This is the best I can do at the moment. We're still in the middle of moving house. We bought a house in late October and thought how great it was that we'd have time to paint and renovate and move things before we sold our house in Philly. Well, I'm not sure moving slowly is the way to do it.
The house in Philly sold the day after the Open House. It's 99% a done deal, all the preliminary papers signed and inspections completed, just one thing to clear up and then the closing on the 22nd. Movers are coming on the 13th to move the big furniture that we can't move and my many, many boxes of books. I've already apologized to them twice. We moved some of my more fragile or valuable books ourselves.
But, in just a few weeks, we get to sort out the chaos that is our new house. How did we get all this 'stuff' and where are we going to put it?! But there are gardens, a fireplace, huge mature trees, a fenced yard, a large patio, peace and quiet. And good and old friends very close. And family close, too.
In the meantime, here's what I managed to read in January:
Blackbird Fly - Lisa McClendon
Death Walks the Woods - Cyril Hare
Between the Pages - Kathleen Adelaide
The Wanted - Robert Crais
Dirge for a Dorset Druid - Margot Arnold
Nine Coaches Waiting - Mary Stewart
Blackbird Fly was sort of a combination of those 'ex-pat moves to village in France / Italy / some other European country and has trouble with the natives. Except that this one is a suspense novel and includes more than one murder. It didn't grab me and whirl me along, but I liked it enough to keep going.
I've always liked Cyril Hare and this one didn't disappoint. There's a murder in a small village, there are quirky characters, there's even some humor.
Between the Pages is exactly what I expected from one of my favorite book bloggers, mirabile dictu. She write erudite blog posts about her love of Latin and books, and, sometimes, Latin books! None of the books she writes about in Between the Pages are Latin books, though. I love people who love books, but isn't that why you're reading this? I recommend both her book, available on Amazon, and her blog.
The Wanted was good, but there wasn't enough Joe Pike! More Joe Pike! More Joe Pike!
With Dirge for a Dorset Druid, I've realized that although I like this series, my enjoyment is marred by the size of the type in the copies I've been able to find. It's small and crowded on the page. I'm at the age where my eyes blur and cross when confronted with too much small, crowded type. It takes me forever to read. That said, I like the archeological and murderous adventures of Sir Toby and Dr. Penny (I think she's a Dame now). They're characters themselves and they're often in interesting locations to solve crimes.
Nine Coaches Waiting is a reread. It's not on my list of Books Read, but I know I read it back in my teen years. I wasn't as compulsive about keeping my list then as I am now. Maybe I need to keep order in my life more now than back then. Mary Stewart always delivers an exciting, romantic, suspenseful book. At least that's my experience. This one takes place in near the French / Swiss border, at an estate on the side of a mountain. It involves a young boy set to inherit the estate when he comes of age and his uncle, who is his trustee. Maybe his uncle thinks he should inherit the estate. The new governess thinks the boy is at risk.
That's all folks until I get moved and settled. I hope after that happens, someone will return my mind!
Showing posts with label Robert Crais. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Robert Crais. Show all posts
Thursday, February 1, 2018
January Books Read
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Between the Pages,
Blackbird Fly,
Cyril Hare,
Death Walks the Woods,
Dirge for a Dorset Druid,
Kathleen Adelaide,
Lise McClendon,
Margot Arnold,
Mary Stewart,
Nine Coaches Waiting,
Robert Crais,
The Wanted
Saturday, November 28, 2015
Suspect - Robert Crais
There was a time when I thought it would be cool to be a photographer. I think that was because I was a teenager during the 1960s, very influenced by the movie Blowup, Twiggy, Jean Shrimpton. If I couldn't look like the latter two, maybe I could just photograph them. The 1960s were a very stylish decade. I was thinking about this as I continue to take terrible photos of the books I've read. Why don't point and shoot cameras do just that? I can't figure out how to avoid the glare of the flash and maintain the clarity of the focus. And I can't be bothered to learn how to work my old Pentax.
Anyway, off subject. In my last post, I lamented the lack of Joe Pike in The Promise, by Robert Crais. I noted that the characters I liked best were Maggie, the military / police dog, and her handler Scott James. I mentioned that they should have their own book. Well, duh, they do. I skipped Suspect because it wasn't an Elvis Cole / Joe Pike book, so I missed Maggie and Scott's stand alone book.
Scott James is recovering from being shot and losing his partner. They had stopped, at his request, to enjoy the quiet of an LA night when they witnessed a vehicular ambush. Two men in a Bentley were gunned down, his partner Stephanie was killed, and he was badly wounded and left for dead.
Scott is now assigned to the K-9 unit, although he's not really a dog person. He meets Maggie, an ex-Marine explosives sniffing dog, also recovering from being shot and losing her handler in Afghanistan. They connect, they bond. They've both survived the same trauma.
The case of who shot him and killed his partner has never been solved. Scott is determined to find the perpetrators. He gets a lead on a witness, and then the witness is killed. Scott's clearly on to something. He doesn't know who he can trust in the police force because he starts to suspect that someone in the unit is involved.
But he can trust Maggie with his life.
I liked Suspect. I love dogs (and all animals). My heart was in my mouth when Maggie was in danger and I teared up when she showed the bad guys how far she would go to protect Scott. These professional, working dogs are amazing.
Sunday, November 22, 2015
November Reading Catch Up
I was beginning to think that November would pass and I wouldn't have finished any books. But I surged forward recently, finishing these three books. I've been reading mostly library books lately. You know how it goes: you read about a book that sounds interesting, you put it on hold at the library, you wait and wait, and then all six books you put on hold are available at the same time.
My Brilliant Friend and the other three books in this series are enjoying a recent boom. MBF was published in the US in 2012 and, apparently, went pretty much unnoticed. I was excited about this book, the story of two girls growing up in Naples, and although I enjoyed it, I don't think I'll bother to read the others. The characters didn't come alive for me. There wasn't a whole lot happening, just the progression of life. Not that that can't be interesting. It just wasn't for me.
Undermajordomo Minor was a delight! I heard it discussed on a video podcast about books that is one of my favorites. The Book Club (which used to be The First Tuesday Book Club) from Australia read it. I love quirky books and that's the best word I can find to describe it. It reminded me of Titus Groan, Alice in Wonderland, the film The Grand Budapest Hotel, and some campy 1960s things. A young man, Lucien, a.k.a. Lucy, is ill and is visited by a man who may be God, or may be a local beggar. Lucy is cured and goes off to find a new life, since his girlfriend dumped him. He gets more than he bargained for when he takes a job as an 'under majordomo' in the castle of a mad baron. It's a madcap adventure and I loved it.
I was looking forward to the next Elvis Cole / Joe Pike mystery, so I was excited when I sat down with The Promise. But I ended up being disappointed. I love Elvis Cole and Joe Pike, but there wasn't enough of either of them in this book. Joe barely appears, does almost nothing, and then disappears. There are some other interesting characters in the book, Scott James and his K-9 dog Maggie. Maggie is an ex-Marine bomb sniffing dog who has been wounded in battle. She could have her own book and is the real hero in this one. I hope there will be more Elvis Cole / Joe Pike books, but I hope they're more enthusiastic in them than I am about this one.
I guess I haven't done too badly in November so far. I have a few more library books sitting around .... and some more on hold.
Labels:
Elena Ferrante,
My Brilliant Friend,
Patrick deWitt,
Robert Crais,
The Promise,
Undermajordomo Minor
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