Books 2017

January

  1. Blue Door Venture – Pamela Brown.
  2. Truly, Madly, Guilty – Liane Moriarty (audio).
  3. Dragon’s Claw – Peter O’Donnell. Because it turns out I didn’t want to read anything on my TBR pile, I wanted to read about Modesty Blaise instead.

February

  1. Real Tigers – Mick Herron. These are all fab.
  2. Amy & Isabelle – Elizabeth Strout.
  3. Snow Blind – Ragnar Jonasson. For me, this suffered from being a first novel and in translation. It was good but a bit thin.
  4. American Housewife – Helen Ellis.
  5. Daughter of the Wolf – Victoria Whitworth.
  6. Watch Her Disappear – Eva Dolan.
  7. A Dance to the Music of Time (vol 1) – Anthony Powell (audio).
  8. Haunted Castles – Ray Russell. A lovely collection of Gothic tales, how had I never heard of him before?

March

  1. The Last Voice You Hear – Mick Herron (audio). Second in the Oxford series and I’m thoroughly enjoying it. There’s always the nice Oxfordness, of course (namecheck of Borders! I liked that Borders), and Zoe is an indomitable character.
  2. Giving up the Ghost – Hilary Mantel. In a lovely, pale yellow, clothbound Slightly Foxed edition that is the perfect size for one’s hand. I feel, when reading it, that I should be on a steam train somewhere in the 40s, possibly at risk of getting a smut in my eye.
  3. All Passion Spent – Vita Sackville-West.
  4. Thus Was Adonis Murdered – Sarah Caudwell.
  5. Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy – John Le Carre.
  6. The Smell of Summer Grass – Adam Nicolson.
  7. Little Men – Louisa May Alcott.
  8. The Wrong Knickers – Bryony. In all honesty, I went to London and forgot to take a book and this was what I could find in Smith’s at Marylebone for the return journey.
  9. Diamond Star Halo – Tiffany Murray. I didn’t even know she’d written more than Sugar Hall. Loved the characters and the prose of this but actually would have liked more of it, as a great big sprawling family saga.
  10. Resistance – Owen Sheers. I heard the movie being discussed on Front Row years ago, but never saw it playing anywhere. Not a huge fan of counter-factual stuff but the small scale of this sounds interesting. And it was, although tending inevitably to tragedy.