Guess where I went today? Oh, a brand new library yes that’s right. Let’s play Timothy’s absolute favourite game in the whole world (honest). He’s out, so it’s just you and me. Are you ready? You’ll love it.
What I Got From The Library and Why:
Considering Reading Central comprises three floors and categorises its books into such fine distinctions as ‘Chillers’ and ‘Seafaring’ (?) I thought I did pretty well to find five books within an hour. I could’ve poked around all afternoon, but Henry started getting antsy in Second World War: Marine Warfare and tossing random books on the floor. When he nearly bashed his head in with a biography of Stalin, we judged it time to leave.
I always head first for the Agatha Christie shelf in a new library. She’s my guilty pleasure, my fuzzy blanket on a grey day. And all our days have been grey lately. I haven’t read Sparkling Cyanide but I think it’s a Poirot. My FAVOURITE.
Next, Bill Bryson’s new history of the home. He rationalised that history really consists of people going about their usual business, and nearly all of their business, metaphorically or otherwise, was done at home. I love a bit of Bill. The Life and Times of Thunderbolt Kid makes me ugly-laugh in any setting, including public transport (it has been done). High hopes for this one (it’s big).
Then Kate Summerscale’s new true-life tale of Victoriana. Have you read The Suspicions of Mr Whicher? A fascinating Victorian murder set out in the pacy style of a whodunnit. I love those. [We covered this.] Anyway, this is the private diary of a Victorian lady tempted into a dreadful affair and then cast out of high society. The Victorians were terribly good at that sort of thing.
Then House of Silk, Anthony Horowitz’s Sherlock Holmes effort. Horowitz is a brilliant children’s writer. I’m excited to see what he does with the deerstalker.
Finally, grabbed as I left on a whim, Sadie Jones’ The Uninvited Guests. I read her first, The Outcast, and thought she was good but the material not-so, if you see what I mean. This is about a pre-war country house, whose inhabitants are disturbed one night by the arrival of some unsavoury accident survivors. Things are Set in Motion, I am sure.
Considering I also have to read Emma by Thursday evening, and two of these are on a week-long short loan, I may possibly have overstretched myself this time.
Nonsense. Once more into the breach, dear friends.
(And while I have another excuse to mention it, ARE you watching the BBC’s adaptation of Shakespeare’s Henry plays, The Hollow Crown? Henry IV Part 1 was on at the weekend. Oh joy, oh heavenly joy. I would like Tom Hiddleston and Jeremy Irons to take it in turns to read me bedtime stories for the rest of my life. If you think I am exaggerating, I AM NOT.)
What will you be reading this month?