Review: The Smiling Man

YES THIS BOOK.

You may remember, if you’ve been hanging round these parts a while, that I read the debut novel, Sirens,by Joseph Knox last year and I loved it so I have been ridiculously excited to get stuck into the second in his Aiden Waits series, The Smiling Man.

Excited, and a little nervous; you know how it is, that hint of trepidation when you read something by somebody new and you love it and you’re a little scared in case what if the next thing they write *gasp* just isn’t as good. Although, I kind of knew it would be, it was kind of obvious from reading Sirens that it wasn’t some kind of fluke because people don’t write like that by accident you know, it’s a talent, but still, there’s still the teeny little niggle of fear because what if.

WHAT IF.

Quick February Wrap Up

For a short month I don’t mind telling you that February has felt kind of long.

Quickfire Reviews

Quickfire Reviews is a thing I do very sporadically when there are books to talk about that I should have reviewed but haven’t. Sometimes I didn’t like these books enough to want to review them; sometimes I loved them but time got away from me; and sometimes, less is just more. Also it’s something a bit different which is what I am all about this year – being more than just review after review.

So here we have it, grab a KitKat and settle down.

On Beauty. Take Two.

Yesterday morning whilst I sat on the sofa drinking coffee in his hoody, my main squeeze wandered around the house in jeans and bare feet and I realised, from nowhere, that he had never looked more perfect to me. I don't even like feet. 

It was weird, how just that sight of him, bare footed and laughing in the living room, warming his feet over the roaring flames of the fire, gave me the absolute warm fuzzies. It was nothing special, and certainly nothing intimate and yet there was a strange sort of intimacy, a sort of vulnerability almost that I don’t know quite how to explain. 

Review: How Do You Like Me Now?

How Do You Like Me Now

Review: Dear Mrs Bird

Dear Mrs Bird

This book is a delight.

Things That I Have Seen and Liked: Glasses

I’ve been a glasses wearer since I was at school. I never liked it much – glasses helped me to see, but other than that they were an inconvenience: they got wet when it rained and steamed up went from outside to in and because I didn’t have prescription sunnies for years, I had the annoying thing where where I either had to squint in the sun or be the dick wearing sunglasses in the house or carry around spare specs. I was never a fan.

Review: I Am Thunder

I am Thunder 

Keep an eye out for this one guys, because I think it maybe possibly might just go places.

Review: Everything I Know About Love

OH, but this book.

I’m a fiction girl, through and through. Let’s get that out of the way now. I think probably 99.9% of the books I read are novel length stories that some genius person made up in their head. That’s not to say I don’t like poetry, or short stories, or books that are biographical/autobiographical in nature, or books that say they are going to tell me lots of things that I don’t know but I wish that I did, it’s just that I don’t tend to gravitate towards them…and I am unsure why that is. Anyhow, I wanted to do something about that – broaden my bookish horizons so to speak and so when Dolly Alderton’s Everything I Know About Love kept flitting across my radar and I realised that this could be a book that I related to, I decided that I wanted to read it. I was desperate to read it. For the first time since well, EVER, I was all grabby-hands impatient for a book that was less fiction and more autobiographical. And then the usual thing happened: I got it, and it took me ALL OF TIME to get around to reading it. I’ve had this baby on my Kindle since last year and the thing is that I’m trying to get the balance between reading the things I should read in order to get my reviews up in a timely fashion and also reading the things that I am in the mood for (and also my desperation to read it was mixed with a teeny bit of trepidation: this is not my usual thing)

Blog Tour: Unconvicted

I wondered how to start this blog post actually because the first sentence that came to mind was I love me a good thriller and then I realised that every time I want to talk about a thriller I open by saying I love me a good thriller and even though it’s true and I absolutely do, it’s hardly original and so here we are. I love me a good thriller and I also love me a good courtroom drama and so Unconvicted, the new book by Olly Jarvis was obviously going to tick all of my boxes. It absolutely did.