I've had a flurry of reads, with a vague hope of catching up to my last year's total of 144 books.
130. Mistletoe Malice, by Kathleen Farrell
Completed agree with chessie's recent review and I think we were lured in by the same review, which likened it to Barbara Pym. It was published in 1951, and I can slightly see a resemblance if I squint, mainly down to the scepticism about marriage as a happy ever after. A grown-up group of cousins get together to squabble and upset each other over Christmas. An elopement is considered, with both parties getting cold feet (I did like this part). Not bad, but could have done with a bit more sparkle.
131. Camp Austen, by Ted Scheinman
Non-fiction - a young male grad student observes Jane Austen conventions, complete with Regency costumes and balls. It's mildly likeable, although it was originally written as an article and doesn't quite justify book-length treatment.
132. Ultra-Processed People, Chris van Tulleken
Read by quite a few already. I thought this was sensible and balanced, and it will make me scrutinise labels that bit more carefully.
133. A Christmas Cornucopia, Mark Forsyth
Unpacks the historical background to Christmas traditions. Slight but pleasant enough as a seasonal read.
134. Went to London, Took My Dog, Nina Stibbe
I understand what she's aiming to do - well, she tells us outright that she's doing an Alan Bennett, using the terrible bathos of everyday life in an attempt to create something poignant and resonant. For my money, she doesn't pull it off and it felt a bit pointless for the reader. I was also distracted by the notable discrepancy between her reticence about her marriage and her willingness to reveal all about her friends' menopause woes, incontinence in particular. I hope she had permission from all the women she named.
135. Towards Zero, Agatha Christie
136. Death in the Clouds, Agatha Christie
You know what you're getting - not her best work but reliable entertainment.