Time to catch up finally....
Number 10
Dr Zhivago- Boris Pasternak.
JFC. I'm glad I did it, but I'd hate to have to do it again. Here's me foolishly thinking because I know the film (the proper one, with Omar Sharif and Julie Christie) I'd be OK. I wasn't. Even once I'd got the hang of everyone being referred to by three different names (sometimes on the same page, and by the same person) the DIALOGUE was fucking painful. Did Russians speak like that to each other then? No idea tbf, but the style of any direct speech made it just read as if it had been really badly translated. The narrative not at all, just the conversations.
Number 11
Cunk on Everything
Some light-hearted fluff after number 10. I think someone else has commented that yes, it's funny. Often very. And very often. But what works on TV doesn't quite work in book form when the silly silliness gets a bit much. A quick read.
Number 12
Steeplechasing Around Britain. Peter Ross
A thing of beauty and a five star bold. (and he liked my review on Goodreads which I may have mentioned a few times already and will continue to do so as am starstruck)
Number 13
Silent Voices- Vera Stanhope 4 Ann Cleeves.
I've decided I don't like Vera and I think Ann Cleeves is a mediocre writer of detective fiction. So there. Shetland is infinitely better than Vera. I think I bulk buy these things when they're 99p just because <ahem> and then keep at them until suddenly, a book like this one makes me go "hold on a minute, this is actually a bit shit". Once I'd dared make my decision I noted: the characters- Vera spends far too much time saying (to herself mainly) "ahhhhh wee pet, you dinna imagine a fat smelly old woman to be a detective did you?", drinking, and revelling in being obnoxious. Joe Ashworth is AnyPlod. What does he look like? What does he think? Does he play any part in any of the books other than being made to get pissed with Vera whilst wanting to go home to his wife and making the odd suggestion that Vera responds to by saying "you're not here to think Joe lad, drive me up to the farm" . He's basically Sergeant Lewis without the forced hilarity of Val and the egg and chips. I don't like how Ann Cleeves writes women in general. There are two kinds (see also Robert Galbraith) educated obnoxious posh rich ones, and fat ignorant ones who eat crisps and drink too much.
spoiler alert- that wasn't the worst review in this little clump-
Number 14.
Rachel Again- Marian Keyes.
Fuck Right Off.
With a (further) nod to Robert Galbraith ARE THERE NO FUCKING EDITORS LEFT IN THE COUNTRY!!!! Could have lost 200 pages and lost nothing. Especially if the lost 200 were the not even thinly disguised rehashing of EVERY SINGLE FUCKING ADDICT IN THE FUCKING PRIORY. That was what I didn't like in the first place about Rachel's Holiday- I know Marian Keyes and her own demons means she writes dark bits as well as hilarious Irish mammy stuff- but you know what? I'm all about the Irish mammy. I found the addicts' stories boring in RH and even more boring when repeated far too many times in RA. Let's face it...there's nothing new under the sun. And this, to me was pretty much a rip off. Didn't care by the end if she got back with Luke or stayed with Quin. And Mammy Walsh was an absolute cow in this. Not even a funny cow. Just horrible. I expect we're building up to her getting dementia and the sisters having to rally round. Just wanted the whole thing to finish. I shall continue to reread the early ones. But that's me and Marian done.
Am now safely back in Iceland with a standalone Ragnar (The Girl Who Died) Comforting snow, social isolation, and descriptions of book lined houses. Marvellous.
Have added Who Dares Wins (after panicking slightly you'd all gone Lewis Collins testosterone on me in my absence) and the Mrs Thatcher one to my wishlist. Sadly, I already had Ink Black Heart which I shall enjoy complaining about in due course.
@bettbburg Lovely to see you!