I don’t like boxing, but goodness me do I love Creed. This post is brought to you because I got ridiculously nostalgic realising it was on one of our Australian streaming platforms (over here, Netflix doesn’t always have the best movies. Sometimes the Australian platforms do)
My dad used to watch the Rocky series, and I still have a soft spot for those movies because of him — to be fair, I only watched because he watched them, but then they kind of stuck with me. When Creed came out, I still hate boxing, but the story — of Adonis wanting to live up to his father, and Rocky pottering around alone in his old neighbourhood — just got to me. Lost souls finding hope with each other — yeah I was a enraptured.
I didn’t know what to expect, but the cancer storyline wasn’t it. That stripped Rocky of everything we (I) knew him to be and showed him to be human, I guess. And there was Adonis helping him to the bathroom when he had to throw up, and helping him into bed after treatment.
Yeah, I still hate boxing. But I cannot wait to see Creed 2.
From the acclaimed New York Times bestselling author of All the Missing Girls, a suspenseful new novel about an idyllic town in Maine dealing with the suspicious death of one of their own—and her best “summer” friend, who is trying to uncover the truth…before fingers point her way.
Littleport, Maine, has always felt like two separate towns: an ideal vacation enclave for the wealthy, whose summer homes line the coastline; and a simple harbor community for the year-round residents whose livelihoods rely on service to the visitors.
Typically, fierce friendships never develop between a local and a summer girl—but that’s just what happens with visitor Avery Greer and Littleport resident Sadie Loman. Each summer for almost a decade, the girls are inseparable—until Sadie is found dead. While the police rule the death a suicide, Avery can’t help but feel there are those in the community, including a local detective and Sadie’s brother, Parker, who blame her. Someone knows more than they’re saying, and Avery is intent on clearing her name, before the facts get twisted against her.
Another thrilling novel from the bestselling author of All the Missing Girls and The Perfect Stranger, Megan Miranda’s The House Guest is a smart, twisty read with a strong female protagonist determined to make her own way in the world.
The idea of holiday houses and enclaves mystifies me, but I can’t deny it’s the sort of exclusivity that makes for some great sound thrillers — like this one. The blurb very obviously is pushing the strong female line, so I am kind of hoping for a lot from a book that emphasises the friendships so much.
We all know someone like Becca.
She has the job everyone wants, a designer wardrobe, a hot-shot lawyer boyfriend, holidays to exotic locations. And she flaunts her perfect life all over social media.
It drove her colleague Lizzie mad, but she couldn’t stop looking. They were never really friends – and yet Lizzie knew everything about her.
Or did she?
When chance, and a terrible mistake, pulls Lizzie back into Becca’s orbit years after they lost touch, she’ll realise that you can’t always believe what you see online… and that finding out the truth might be the worst thing you can do.
There’s no such thing as a perfect life. Only a perfect lie.
Oh I like this! I fully expected this blurb to end with Lizzie SWF-ing Becca and taking over her life but no, it twists that whole expectation on it’s head. Why on earth would Becca lie??
A murdered migrant is the first big case for the embattled DS Alexandra Cupidi in a new series by the acclaimed author of The Birdwatcher.
No-one knew their names, the bodies found in the water. There are people here, in plain sight, that no-one ever notices at all.
DS Alexandra Cupidi has done it again. She should have learnt to keep her big mouth shut, after the scandal that sent her packing – resentful teenager in tow – from the London Met to the lonely Kent coastline. Even murder looks different in this landscape of fens, ditches and stark beaches, shadowed by the towers of Dungeness power station. Murder looks a lot less pretty.
The man drowned in the slurry pit had been herded there like an animal. He was North African, like many of the fruit pickers that work the fields. The more Cupidi discovers, the more she wants to ask – but these people are suspicious of questions.
It will take an understanding of this strange place – its old ways and new crimes – to uncover the dark conspiracy behind the murder. Cupidi is not afraid to travel that road. But she should be. She should, by now, have learnt.
Salt Lane is the first in the new DS Alexandra Cupidi series. With his trademark characterisation and flair for social commentary, William Shaw has crafted a crime novel for our time that grips you, mind and heart.
I haven’t read William Shaw before, but with his flair for social commentary I am already expecting alot for this book. I like that the place this book is set is almost a character unto itself.
Nothing lasts in Sydney, especially good fortune: lives are upturned, shops are sold, roads dug up, trees and houses knocked down, premiers discarded, and entire communities relocated in the name of that economic mantra—growth and progress.
Just when you think the traffic can’t get any worse and the screech of the 747s descending over your roof can’t get any louder and the pavements can’t get any dirtier, along comes a wild electrical storm that batters the buildings and shakes the power lines and washes the garbage off the streets and you stand, sheltered under your broken brolly in the center of Sydney, admiring this big beautiful city . . . What never changes, though, is the hustle on the street.
My father was a detective in the vice squad shortly after the Second World War, and he told stories of busting SP bookies in Paddington and Surry Hills, collaring cockatoos stationed in the laneways of South Sydney, and arresting sly-groggers. Policing back then was hands-on for the poor and hands-off for the rich. Crime and Sydney have always been inseparable: a deep vein of corruption runs beneath the surface of even its most respectable suburbs.
Timing is everything. I just discovered this series a couple of weeks ago with Amsterdam noir and now Sydney noir! It sounds kind of dark doesn’t it?? And I like it!
And that’s all for today! Christmas is looming and shopping and other stuff beckons….how are your Christmas preparations going??