A Natural History of Dragons, Marie Brennan

     This was a pleasant enough way to round of my half term: decently written in the engaging and practical voice of Lady Trent, this book conjures up a Regency style world with echoes of Austen. With dragons.  The opening sections of the novel are the most Austenesque – if that’s even a word. Isabella…

The First Fifteen Lives of Harry August, Claire North

   “Complexity should be your excuse for inaction.” I was born in 1973 in a village in Kent. So far as I know, only once. I have to say, when I die, if I were to be reborn as myself in the same village in 1973 again, I’d be a tad surprised! I mean 1973….

The World of Poo, Terry Pratchett

This tale has its origins in the novel Snuff: it is the bedtime story that Sam Vimes’ son requires every night.  It is utterly silly, amusing and delightful. How charming can a book about poo be? This is the most charming book about poo I have ever read! Does it have a plot? Of course:…

The Road, Cormac McCarthy

What’s the bravest thing you ever did? He spat into the road a bloody phlegm. Getting up this morning, he said. Yup. That is how bleak the world of this book is. Tragically, lyrically and devastatingly bleak, but bleak nonetheless. Nothing grows. Nothing lives. The world contains nothing of beauty or of value and very…

The Girl With All The Gifts, M. R. Carey

  Oh dear.  I fear I’m going to be unpopular here because I’ve heard so much good about this book. People have raved about it. A friend, whose book recommendations I’ve often been steered well by, re-reads it. Monthly.  So I apologise in advance.  I found it to be… okay.  It was standard zombie post-apocalyptic horror fare…

The Secret Place, Tana French

I’ve noticed this book creep into the recommended reads of the local Waterstone’s and into the supermarkets. Well… I was reading it first!   So, what do we have here?  It is a murder set in Dublin, Ireland revolving around the Murder Squad. It’s the fifth in French’s series which, as I understand from other reviews,…

Blood On Snow, Jo Nesbø

This was not what I had expected from Nesbø. And I’m saying that in a good way. Nor is it what the sticker on the front proclaims it to be, “The Brand New Thriller” from the author of The Snowman. Well, it obviously is from the author of The Snowman, which is the only other Nesbø…