I have always assumed the Secret Barrister to be male. I'd be happy to be proved wrong but there is a strong male tone to the writing.
I am trudging on with reading, slowly. It's been a horrible few weeks at work and tough on the home front for various reasons, and I haven't managed to find a book that really sweeps me up and makes me forget all the messy stuff around me and in the world. They've all been good books but it's a case of right book, wrong time, I think. Possibly none of my recent choices were appropriate given what I think I need - even the Lucy Mangan touched a few nerves for various reasons.
I'm currently reading My Fourth Time, We Drowned by Sally Hayden which is about asylum seekers in Libya and the trade in smuggling. It is the most depressing and enraging book I have read since Christina Lamb's account of rape during wars, but putting it down - particularly given the imminent removal of asylum seekers to Rwanda - just isn't an option I can choose.
37 The Sentence* by Louise Erdrich
Tookie is a Native American, sent to prison for a bizarre crime that was only partly her fault. On her release she gets a job in a bookstore where she is able to put the love of reading she found in jail into action, while dealing with the haunting of the store by a dead customer. The book is very rooted in time and place - the pandemic and the Black Lives Matter protests play a central part in the story. This is a book about inequality, justice, books and love, and I thought it was very good indeed. I listened to this as an audiobook which was a mistake because I lost some of the finer detail at times, as I have a tendency to zone out. I will definitely go back to it at some point.
38* Are We Having Fun Yet* by Lucy Mangan
This isn’t going to win any prizes for genre-busting or originality and on reflection, nothing actually happened. But it was an entertaining enough look at middle class parenting travails and I laughed out loud at least once.
39* Death and the Penguin* by Andrey Kurkov
Misha is a penguin, is a writer who has a job writing obituaries for not yet dead officials and dignitaries in a newly independent Ukraine. I loved this; it was quirky, darkly funny and well observed. And I learned a lot about Ukraine in the process.
40* Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant* by Anne Tyler
I don’t know that I’ve ever read an Anne Tyler. If I have I can’t remember. Dysfunctional families, even where there is some love, aren’t really my thing and I found this a slog for that reason. I recognise it was beautifully executed and very tender in places but it’s just not what I want to be reading at the moment.*