Not a particularly good book. Nor is it that well written. But I enjoyed reading it all the same.
Looks like it is part of a series and it gets a bit gory at times. But it is an easy light read. The writer is a good story teller. Set in fourteenth century London it is supposed to have some historical significance which may or may not be particularly accurate.
I enjoyed this book by Rachel Kushner. She has a contemporary style of writing that is both honest as well as engaging.
The Mars Room is a strip Club and the story is an account of what it is like to be poor and a female and to be serving two life sentences in a correctional facility in America. Raw earthy and at times brutal. Worth reading, albeit in small chunks.
It is not one of those books you can’t put down.
Another action thriller from Andy McNab. Cold Blood precedes the other two in the series which I have read.
An easy read with all the usual hardcore exploits expected from a fictional Special Forces operative.
Readable but only just. I needed the help of Google to recall the story line of this book by Mark Billingham.
The unfolding plot is both clumsy and contrived. In particular, the attempt at an erotic twist in the tale. Inserted for impact rather than content, the punch line falls flat. Clumsy and puerile. Only suggested if there is nothing else to hand.
A work of fiction woven out of historical facts. The melodrama is overdone but it was interesting enough to keep going.
Covering perhaps one of the most interesting periods in the history of the Moghuls. A time when the seeds of conflict were sown, a conflict that has boiled over and which has split the continent between Hindu and Muslim.
This was one of the few books I have enjoyed reading recently. It is crime thriller and an easy captivating read.
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A not to be believed pre-war thriller set aboard the Titanic.
Predictably both the hero and heroine make it through to the end of the book a bit battered and bruised, to complete the happy ending.
I have been writing my whole life. I started with my sister, writing down our Barbie sagas played out on the floor of our shared room. From there I moved up to a desk and, depending on what I was reading at the time, wrote in various styles.
The Brontes were such an inspiration that I wrote an entire three hundred page novel in minute script, with a fountain pen, in a series of tiny note books.
Writing has always been my passion, that by which I define myself. I became a great traveller and, along with a rugsack I carried a pile of journals with me always.
Whether being splashed by foamy waves on yacht decks, flying between continents, or hitch hiking down a tarred road, my journals have kept pace with me.
I have written many different styles, as needs have presented themselves.
? some journalism for the E P Herald
? an in house newspaper for AECI
? scripts for television and
? scripts for corporate clients (including Pick and Pay and Spur)
? copy for web sites
? a blog for the last two years (the Blah Blah Blog)
? a column in a local newspaper
That great unfinished novel keeps calling, and in between raising children, and endless moves from place to place, pages of words get scribbled down.
At the moment I write on a gold netbook with a butterfly cover. I sit on our wide white veranda, if the weather is fine, and there is only bird song anywhere near me.
I keep indoors mostly though, and its a battle to ‘show up at the page’. I distract myself with a floor that needs to be swept, or a cup of tea that must first be made.
The space around me must be silent, and preferably these days, absolutely only filled by me. Its a solitary thing. Lonely even.
Having a novel published is just about the only dream I have from childhood. The other precious details of my life, like having children, were things I, recklessly, assumed would happen, and they have.
Some years I hardly write, but like a true friend, when we meet again, the blank page and me, its like no time has passed at all.
So, if Destiny is a thing at all, then being a Wordsmith must be mine.
Words are food for me, of the most nourishing and sustainable kind. Delicious some are too of cause, and caustic, bitter, salty some, like tears.
Anyway, give me something to write, and I will.
Where it comes from , this writing down words, no one knows.
Its the strangest thing, but I feel all those sentences and paragraphs and characters, gathered around me like low lying clouds, just waiting to rain down words.
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