My final read of the year was The Cuckoo’s Calling by Robert Galbraith (or J.K Rowling!) I spotted this in a charity shop in the summer and thought my Mum would like it. She kept it for a month or so then decided she wouldn’t read it and passed it to me.
I’m so glad she did because it was excellent. Just what I needed. It was a good old fashioned detective story, introduced two loveable characters who you want to get to know better and threw in some murder and mayhem. Perfect. I knew they had made the books into a T.V series although I hadn’t watched it. From the start I had the faces of the actors in my head as I read but I didn’t find that a drawback. And the good news it that she has written more in the series. Yay another quest for secondhand books! (I have actually found the second book already!)
I wanted to write down some thoughts on last years reading and have just gone back and read my post from last January.
In the spirit of honesty I’ll just run through the pile of books and what happened with each –
- Death Comes as the End – still on the pile.
- Death of a Busybody – taken to the charity shop unread. It just wasn’t for me.
- The Colour of Murder – as above.
- Uncommon Type – short stories, read two. Still on pile.
- Seating Arrangements – read about 50 pages then gave up. Didn’t like any of the characters.
- Death at the Presidents Lodging – read.
- The Constant Gardener – struggled to read about a quarter of this. Can’t bring myself to ditch it….
- Agatha Christies Autobiography – I was already part of the way through this one. Still on pile.
- The Song of Achilles – read.
- The Moonstone – still on the pile.
- Allotted Time – still on the pile.
Now I’ve written that down I see why my total number is low. I tried two books and didn’t finish them! The Constant Gardener is literary fiction and was very hard going for me. What I have read took weeks! I know I should just let it go but I can’t. And I started one that I did let go. But again what I read took a few weeks of trying to get into it which all added up to ‘lost’ weeks of reading time. But I’m not going to dwell on the small number of books I managed to read. Instead I am going to organise that pile again and commit more time to reading this year.
And a final couple of thoughts. I’m pleased that I found one book that I’ll never forget because it was so ‘beautiful’, The Song Of Achilles and one that I’ll never forget because it was so clever, The Seven Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle. And of course a new detective series and more Jack! What’s to complain about?!