So, it’s raining again. You know how I posted about the weeks of rain awhile back? Yup, apparently the universe is not yet done with us and rain. As in days of it, incessantly and actually getting so heavy our kitchen started leaking — and this I find out at 10:30 at night, when I come in to get some water and voila, waterfalls through the lights. Apparently it’s what happens when leaves aren’t cleaned off gutters every two weeks, which no. Two weeks, I totally don’t buy that AT ALL. At this point our builder seems to be one of those guys who never does anything wrong, nothing is his fault and it’s always someone else’s fault. Righhht.
Did I mention it’s going to rain all week? And it rained most of last week? I know I bitch about the weather constantly during winter, but it’s so depressing to go to bed when it’s pouring out and to wake up with it exactly the same. I was talking to a friend of mine about the weather — he’s from Sweden, and he was telling me about his mum, who ended up in a psychiatric institution because no one could figure out what was wrong with her. This is back in the 1970s mind you. It turns out she was lacking in serotonin — that’s a country that has months of darkness during winter, so it turns out she was suffering from Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) and that serotonin pills and a sun lamp ended up helping her.
I admit I flung around SAD way too easily without considering cases like the above, but it certainly put that into perspective. Whew.
So, in other news, we have in comparison to everyone else a handful of TV channels, and most of them don’t actually work here — as in reception sucks at home. But of all the channels we do get at home, there’s one called ONE. Yeah, it’s aimed at males 25+ but for some reason it contains old episodes of Highlander and old John Grisham movies — like all of them. I feel like they cycle through them every couple of months and I’ve gone through months of seeing them all. Which is why I have John Grisham on my mind. But the first book rec I have today, isn’t actually about lawyers, surprisingly. More like a literary heist.
There’s a heist, a Godfather of rare books (from the sounds of it) and a young novelist who is hired to infiltrate the dealer’s circle to find the manuscripts stolen in the heist. So what does our intrepid young novelist find out? That is the question. Also, the question is if Grisham can do a non-legal thriller. What do you think?
This next one? Just creeps me the hell out with everything unsaid, which to be fair is what you’d want from a blurb.
I think the blurb for this book genuinely nails its blurb. We know Ben Gibson is in trouble, and in jail. And, we know he did something to Rose, and something happened to everyone else on the school camping trip. And that he’s not sorry for it. It sounds like he’s a homicidal maniac, but maybe that’s just me jumping to the most obvious conclusion. What do you think Ben did?
In keeping with the literary theme of sorts this week, is The Mentor which is an example of why you should never work with former teachers. Kyle is living the dream as an editor at a publishing house, when his favourite professor contacts him to catch up and drops into the conversation that he’s finished writing is novel. This is when Kyle should have shut up, but no, he wants to read the story. Which is so not what he expected, wanted or you know isn’t publishable. Which is when his mentor, William becomes obsessed with him, causing havoc in his life. AND if that wasn’t enough, turns out William’s book? Could be a true life confession. Yeah, I didn’t see that coming either. Lordy, I need a breath and I also need this NOW.
This next one revolves around a common? popular trope of kidnapped characters returning home years after disappearing… though to be fair, it could just be me and where my tastes lie these days.
Sam has been missing for three years when he returns home. There are two characters, Beth (his sister) and Josh (his best friend) who feature prominently in the blurb, which makes me worry that this book might dismiss his family entirely. But, I’m still here reccing it and crossing my fingers the book doesn’t do that. Beth and Josh were the last two people to see him before he was kidnapped. And upon his return, Beth wants to know what happened to him, but their family doesn’t want to talk about it, even though Sam might need to. And then there’s Jason, to whom Sam does confide in, and who is falling in love with Sam. But… here’s the thing, what did Jason see the day Sam was kidnapped? What didn’t he tell the police? There’s a complicated mess of emotions surrounding these three in an unexpected way I think, and this blurb leaves me on pins and needles for the truth.
I don’t read Stephen King because well, horror. But I do read Dean Koontz — well just the one novel: Lightning. Definitely not horror, though for the longest time I’ve equated them both to each other in terms of what they’ve written. If you have a chance, read this book: it’s a love story, through time and Nazis and I’ve loved it since I’ve first read it. And, no I haven’t read his books since… until now though.
Jane Hawk’s husband has just committed suicide and left a note behind that makes no sense. Jane is determined to find out what happened, and discovers that talented people are dying, committing suicide — which makes her a wanted fugitive and gains her powerful enemies. But Jane, and this is what gets me, is cold-blooded, as relentless as they are ruthless and who is driven by a righteous rage they can never comprehend. So the question I am left with is this: Who exactly is Jane Hawk?
Ahhhhh. Why can’t we get everything now?? 😉