by Katie Fforde
I have read several of Katie Fford’s books before so know exactly what to expect. Young woman alone meets seemingly unsuitable older man. They fight, fall out, split up, make up, get together, the end!
Predictable they may be but Katie Fford’s books are always an easy and enjoyable read. Here we have the story a Polly Cameron, a 35 year old spinster who is defiantly not looking for romance of marriage. Enter thge rich and enigmatic David Locking-Hill. The destination is inevitable but the journey is funny and enjoyable. I good read as always.
by Justin Cronin
How can this book have been written by the same person as “Passage”? Mary and O’Neil is Justin Cronin’s first published novel and gives no hint at all about where he is heading. Telling the story of a family over 21 years it is enjoyable but slightly disappointing.
The story focuses on the pivotal events of the life of it’s main character, O’Neil, and his relationships with his sister Key, his parents and his wife Mary, but I never felt I understood O’Neil and was left wanting to know more, in particular how he met Mary.
A good holiday read but it didn’t hold my attention the way “Summer Guest” and “Passage” did. Maybe I read them in the wrong order.
by Len Deighton
Not the kind of book I normally read but was recommended to me by a friend.
Set during the summer of 1943 it follows the events surrounding an RAF bombing raid on a town in Germany. What makes the book different from other similar books is that it follows the lives on both sides of the conflict. Not only do we get a glimpse into the everyday lives of the crews of Bomber Command, but we are also introduced to the residents of the German town which becomes the accidental target of the raid and the Luftwaffe defending it.
This is the first time I have read an account of these devastating raids from the German point of view and I found it captivating and, at times, very moving.
The number of characters and the lack of any indication of transition makes the book difficult to follow at times, but it is, never the less, an engrossing read.
I am not sure it will encourage me to read more Len Deighton as war time stories don’t normally interest me, but I will certainly think about it.