It never fails to mystify me why people treat their office kitchen like it’s their one at home. Yes, by all means, leave your dirty spoon on the corner, because your wife (or husband) is going to come by and clean up after you. Of course, you should leave your wooden stirrer there too! It absolutely is easier than turning around and putting it in the bin — and I do literally mean turning around. Maybe, reading the organic, recycling and garbage stickers were too hard? That happens it does.
Yeah, there are some things about office life that will never not annoy me with their thoughtlessness. Mind you, I once worked in an office where a guy soaked his shirt in the kitchen sink, so you know…
I don’t like covers with faces on them, but this doesn’t count, I don’t think because this lady on the cover, who looks like she’s a flower child out of the 1960s, and half her body cut off as if she was in a torn photo... there’s just something about her. And the blurb si both interesting and frustrating because it’s about a symbol a detective, Steven. has been dreaming about. And then, it bursts into his reality with the case of Emily Lindsey, a blogger found with a knife with someone else’s blood and an obsession with scratching out the symbol our detective has been dreaming about. So, how does it connect Steven and Emily? The thing with vague blurbs is the conclusion? Can have the tendency to be lame when compared to the expectations of the readers who were taken in wondering about the links between these two random people… which blurb has done that for you? Given you this amazing story, but the reality of it just sucked?
Paul Cornell is one of those authors I’ve been meaning to get into — specifically his Shadow Police series — but haven’t yet. So I got to wondering: I probably need to jump headfirst into book 3 of the series — the one with Sherlock Holmes’ ghost — or I need to try an entirely different series, like his Lychford series. So in book one, we’re introduced to Lychford and Judith and the fact that that Lychford is the boundary between two worlds. In book 2, there’s a ghost, Christmas and we learn there are now three witches, and in this one, interestingly, it’s taking Brexit into account, and making it an important part of the story somehow. How do the hikers and magical borders of the town fit into it? And why, WHY do I keep finding the good stuff in the middle of the series?! Though on the upside, Goodreads describes this as a novella *whee*
I don’t quite know what to make of this, but I am so taken by it! So, Guy, Emily and Eric create coincidences after graduating from of all things a coincidence creation course — which means basically they’re creating people’s fate. But then Guy gets a different mission, and a mysterious killer appears in town, AND there are other forces at play, once that aren’t like them and their control of fate. So basically, SUPER CURIOUS because all of this comes together to give us a story about free will, fate and true love.
This is about a friendship between two girls that spans two continents — it’s the kind of friendship that you’ll count yourself lucky to have. Poornima and Savitha meet when her mother dies and the two become fast friends. However, after something happens in their village, Poornima’s father drives Savitha away… but Poornima sets out to find her — through India’s underworld, and eventually to Seattle. This story is from both their POVs, and yes, it’s got domestic abuse, human trafficking, immigration ad feminism. And it’s going to break my heart.
This is the story of Kit, a US journo living in Paris with her son Ahmed, from her estranged from her Iraqi diplomat husband. Kit has had the kind of life you’d expect of a journalist who covered 9/11, war and the refugee crisis. Then Charlie Hebdo happens and the Bataclan attack and Kit becomes a journalist again… and begins to suspect her son might be running with the terrorists. The last line of this blurb gives me pause: a deeply moving story about the psychic effects of the Age of Terror –> I think it’s talking about what’s changed in us, our suspicions for instance
That’s all she wrote. What’s striking your fancy this week?