Catching up, as due to rather surprising minor earthquake, we are off school for two days while the engineers check structures.
Terpsichore- I agree about David Sedaris- many years ago, an American friend said I reminded her of him
and thrust his books upon me. I found his humour mildly funny, but was never going to laugh-out-loud.
Pencilmuseum- interesting about Teresa Driscoll asking nicely for reviews. I'm afraid I have just left a scathing one about The Friend and sent it back for my 99p back.
So, recent reads:
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They do it with Mirrors Agatha Christie. Not a classic. Unpleasant characters and too many of them.
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The Growing Pains of Adrian Mole Picked up a couple of weeks back on a 99p kindle. I am obviously the only woman of my age never to have read any AM despite him being more or less my age. I loved this and truly roared with laughter (loudly) at various points.
My enjoyment of 27 led me to buy
28 The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole immediately. Not quite as raucously funny for me, this one, and I shall wait awhile before reading the others. Still a good, easy, funny all-in-one-sitting kind of read.
29 The Friend Teresa Driscoll.
Oh My Life. What utter dross. Appallingly bad, really. I need to stop compulsively buying these 99p psycho nutjob things just because a) they're 99p and b) all their friends have left 5 star reviews. I actually started making notes of all the cliches of the genre and sheer busyness of the plot. This is one writer who will not use one twist if she can use 39.
We had the ubiquitous people moving to nice arty farty village. We had a New Best Friend who our heroine envies because she's got a Boden coat and nice hair. We had the errant husband. We had the artists. We had the coast (obviously- nutters must gravitate to the sea and the "tangy salt air" like flies round a rotting carcass.
In no particular order, and not really giving any spoilers because at times it all seemed one big brainstorm of non-sequiturs from the writer, we also had: traumatised (and unpleasant) toddlers (lots of stuff here never explained either, did nutjob smash the plates or did the Damian-esque kid? Infertility, adoption, miscarriage, multiple sclerosis, gypsies, PND, financial trouble, drowning, gambling, dementia, pottery, selective mutism people getting run over while shoplifting, far too much detail about the detective leading the investigation and her ex colleague...and an ending that was wound up in about 40 lines.
As my (non Romany) grandmother would say, "total tripe"
Very much a contender for worst read of the year so far.
I think I need a nice Jean Plaidy now. You know where you are with Ferdinand and Isabella.