My Swordhand is Singing, Marcus Sedgwick

 Sedgwick has been on my radar for a few years now, creeping into the shortlists for the Carnegie Medal regularly. I’d previously read his White Crow, and Midwinterblood. The first of those I had thoroughly enjoyed, bouncing between time zones; the second was breathtaking, tracing echoes of a story back through generations and encompassing wartime…

Death Bringer, Derek Landy

Death Bringer. An apt title to read this week as I have struggled with another vile bug. Or possibly the same vile bug that I’ve had since Christmas and never really shifted. The Death Bringer virus. Or perhaps just book six in the Skulduggery Pleasant series. I lost faith a little with Mortal Coil and…

Let The Right One In, John Ajvide Lindquist

Its odd how my book reading lurks in certain genres for a while: after a crime spree, I notice a range of horror books collecting on the pages of this blog – with more on my to-be-read list. I wonder what it is with Scandi-Lit. Stieg Larsson’s Millennium trilogy; Jo Nesbø; Mons Kallentoft … There…

The Bloody Red Baron, Kim Newman

After reading a couple of extremely well-written, moving but rather serious books, picking up The Bloody Red Baron was intended to be a welcome piece of light relief: a bit of fun vampiric horror. Kim Newman takes up the reigns of his alternate history some thirty years after the events in the previous Anno Dracula. Having fled from England…

Railsea, China Miéville

There are some authors for whom a new book is more than just a new book on the shelves of W H Smith. It’s an event; it’s anticipated; it generates a frisson when you see the spine waiting for you, calling to you, beckoning you. China Miéville is an author like that for me. There…