Exexpat, really enjoyed the reviews in your last post and think I will add all three to my TBR list :)
68. Our House, Louise Candlish
Fiona comes home early from a weekend away to find a removal van outside her beloved London house and a family moving in. They say they have just bought it - she knows nothing about it. How this comes about is told from two viewpoints - Fiona, who is telling her story as part of a true crime podcast, and her husband, Bram, whose letter has a rather darker purpose. Rather twisty with a host of not-entirely-likeable-but-entirely-believable middle class London characters, this was a good sunlounger read.
69. Different Class, Joanne Harris
I absolutely loved Gentlemen and Players, and this is sort of a sequel - it's set at St Oswald's and Roy Straitley, the latin teacher, is again one of the narrators. I liked this but didn't love it. It wasn't as strong as G&P in my opinion, and the format was a bit too much the same as in the other book (the second, anonymously menacing voice, challenging you to guess which of the characters it belongs to). I felt very uneasy about the way that Harris chooses to end the book - there's a rather dubious morality about the choices made by characters who (I think) we are supposed to sympathise with, and it left a nasty taste in the mouth for me.
70. Life, Death and Vanilla Slices, Jenny Éclair
A good book with a lousy chick-lit title. Anne has left her painful northern childhood behind and lives a smugly middle-class existence in Dulwich - on the surface, at least, she has a very nice life. Then her mother, Jean, is knocked down in the street and Anne travels up to her childhood home to confront her past. Not dissimilar to Moving in looking at the skeletons that families have in their cupboards, the memories and regrets of an old lady, and the pain that we can cause to the people we love most. It made me both laugh out loud and cry, both of which are more unusual than you would think.
Here's Anne, rather pissed and contemplating her life near the beginning of the book:
I am tired, she realises, not just of tonight but of everything, tired of trying to be good enough for Paul so that his mother can't say "I told you so", tired of wearing glasses that don't really suit me because I am too mean to buy some more. But really I am tired of being such a middle-aged female cliché. Book club - check; Eastern European cleaner - check; thinking about getting a wormery - check; overweight - check.
Difficult sons - check. Boring friends - check. Distant husband - check.
Anne glances at Paul. He loves me, she thinks, but he never actually looks at me, and he makes love to me as if I were a family pet that needs the exercise.
71. Songs of the Brokenhearted, Sheila Walsh and Cindy Coloma
A book by an evangelical Christian author - not one I would normally have picked but it was sent to me as part of the book swap we have going on. I've posted a review here: www.mumsnet.com/Talk/mn_book_swap_clubs/3294071-Gin-and-Tolstoy-Summer-2018-Book-9
72. Bookworm, Lucy Mangan
I believe that Lucy Mangan is a MN-er so hi, Lucy . I was so looking forward to this as we are of a very similar age and grew up a few miles from one another. I was also (and still am) a bookworm - a person who would welcome a nuclear apocalypse as long as I could hide in a bunker lined with books. I liked this and it's probably my fault, not hers, that I was disappointed to find that actually the books that we loved as children had much less overlap than I had expected, with a few lovely exceptions. Lucy, if you're on this thread, I hope you read Charlotte Sometimes and A Traveller in Time, both of which are steeped in that same beautiful melancholy yearning that you describe in Tom's Midnight Garden. And did Lewisham libraries have the same fantastic teen selection as Southwark, with thrilling few shelves of Pan Horizons, or were you totally tied up reading Sweet Valley High?
I guess starting imaginary conversations with the author of a book is a good sign :)