In which I take up my own challenge to eschew the delights of the library and choose my reads closer to home, well actually my own bookcase or the floor by my bed. Wherever, I am BYOB this month…Bringing my own book.
Simon Brew- Could you survive Midsomer? Good question. A gift from my boy for Christmas just gone. Based in the TV series Midsomer Murders. It’s an interactive book to solve a murder, you choose what you do and where you go, you are the detective. Great fun. On my first attempt I failed miserably, deemed unsuitable as a detective and was put on traffic duty. Second attempt was worse. I was bumped off myself with a flower pot. Third time through I solved it. And was promoted. Hoping that if I wait till next Christmas I will have forgotten enough if it to try another time.
Raynor Winn- The Salt Path. You may recall I abandoned this book in the Autumn, too close to home. I picked up the story from where I had left off. Ray and her husband Moth were walking the coastal path around the South West of England having become homeless and broke, (bad investment) and a medical diagnosis for Moth which was terminal. It was a good decision not to go back to the beginning. I missed the trauma of their plight and just enjoyed their life changing walk. The descriptions of landscape are terrific, and I learned a real appreciation for a bath, a warm bed and food on my plate. This one came from a charity shop, so I shall take it back to one.
Stephen Fry -Heroes– this has been lent to me by Mrs G, my daughter in law, and had been waiting to be read for about four months. Stephen Fry has a lovely turn of phrase , that makes me chuckle as he tells the complicated stories of the Greek heroes from Thesius to Hercules. Really enjoyable and it doesn’t matter if you can’t remember which god and mortal begat which hero.
Georges Simenon- Pietr the Latvian. We really enjoyed the few Maigret episodes made by Rowan Atkinson, so we were given some Maigret novels as a Christmas gift. This story was the first one he wrote in the late 1920’s. Margret is telegramed to say Pietr the Latvian will be on a train to Paris. But who exactly is Pietr the Latvian. It’s an odd book, not at all like a detective story we would encounter today. I enjoyed it, a bit, but I wouldn’t say you must read this one.
Tanya Bourton- Shroud of Snow–
I don’t often include a picture of my books, but you need to see the cover of this one. Before Christmas I visited a Christmas fair at tbe Steam museum. The usual crafts were on sale, plus a lady selling her own novels. A local lady. Now I like to support local authors if I can. I selected this one, based on it’s appealing cover. Oh dear. It was awful. The basic idea, four children go out to play in the snow, only three return, is good. But… the writing is terrible, cardboard characters, dialogue, and action. No wonder it’s her fourth book and she has self published them all. I got to the end, is all I can say. And now I know why you should never judge a book by its cover!
I have been to the library ready for March. I was armed with a list of books recommended by bloggers, and I have chosen what I hope will be three corkers.
Did you ever choose a book by its cover, was it a good experience or an unfortunate one?