Now I’m reading Like This For Ever by Sharon Bolton (the third Lacey Flint book) and it’s good!
Twelve-year-old Barney Roberts is obsessed with a series of murders.
He knows the victims are all boys, just like him.
He knows the bodies were found on river banks.
And he’s sure the killer will strike again soon.
But there’s something else, a secret he’d rather not know, a secret he is too scared to share . . .
And who would believe a twelve-year-old boy anyway?
*LIKE THIS, FOR EVER is published as LOST in the US*
In contrast I’m also reading Adam Bede by George Eliot
After a bit of a false start I am now well into this book.
Carpenter Adam Bede is in love with the beautiful Hetty Sorrel, but unknown to him, he has a rival, in the local squire’s son Arthur Donnithorne. Hetty is soon attracted by Arthur’s seductive charm and they begin to meet in secret. The relationship is to have tragic consequences that reach far beyond the couple themselves, touching not just Adam Bede, but many others, not least, pious Methodist Preacher Dinah Morris. A tale of seduction, betrayal, love and deception, the plot of Adam Bede has the quality of an English folk song. Within the setting of Hayslope, a small, rural community, Eliot brilliantly creates a sense of earthy reality, making the landscape itself as vital a presence in the novel as that of her characters themselves.
Then – I read Dead Scared by Sharon Bolton (the second in the Lacey Flint series) and it was excellent!
My post will be up soon. Here’s the blurb:
A series of suicides. Each one a female university student. Each one more horrifying than the last.
The police know it cannot be coincidence. But they can’t prove it.
They need someone to go undercover. A young policewoman, as vulnerable as the others. As unprepared for the nightmare that will greet her.
Watch your back, Lacey Flint . . .
Next: For once I know exactly which book I’ll be reading next – it’s The Buried Giant by Kazuo Ishiguro
The Romans have long since departed, and Britain is steadily declining into ruin. But at least the wars that once ravaged the country have ceased.
The Buried Giant begins as a couple, Axl and Beatrice, set off across a troubled land of mist and rain in the hope of finding a son they have not seen for years. They expect to face many hazards – some strange and other-worldly – but they cannot yet foresee how their journey will reveal to them dark and forgotten corners of their love for one another.
Sometimes savage, often intensely moving, Kazuo Ishiguro’s first novel in a decade is about lost memories, love, revenge and war.
I’m looking forward to reading it. I hope it lives up to its reputation. This is what the Neil Gaiman said in the New York Times about it:
The Buried Giant does what important books do: It remains in the mind long after it has been read, refusing to leave, forcing one to turn it over and over … Ishiguro is not afraid to tackle huge, personal themes, nor to use myths, history and the fantastic as the tools to do it.