Sone long overdue reviews from me.
43 Meet Me On The Bridge by Sarah J Harris
A woman (can’t remember her name and cannot be bothered to check) time travels to meet the love of her life (can't remember his name, and definitely cannot be bothered to check), fucks up everyone else’s life, and makes things worse by trying to fix it. Very slight story which I didn’t really enjoy.
44 Black Diamonds: The Rise and Fall of an English Dynasty by Catherine Bailey
This is ostensibly about the Fitzwilliam family of Wentworth House, but is really a history of the seismic changes in society in the first half of the 20th century, with a particular focus on the coal industry. This was a really interesting approach, and I found the section where the Kennedys make an appearance especially fascinating, but it jumped about a bit too much for this to be a bold for me.
45 To Say Nothing of the Dog by Connie Willis
I have read this once before, and it was my least favourite of the series. The lighter tone that I didn’t much appreciate last time was something I found more to my liking this time around. The Victorian era isn’t my favourite, but I really enjoyed this leisurely tale, and found the supporting characters (with the exception of Tossie and Mrs Mering) to be charming. The time incongruity was well done, and I wonder if Jodi Taylor read this one as the ending seems to be a plot device that makes an appearance in the St Mary’s Chronicles.
46 On Bloody Sunday: A New History of the Day and its Aftermath By the People Who Were There by Julieann Campbell
This is an oral history, with accounts from people who were there before, during, and after Bloody Sunday. This book did a fantastic job of showing the events leading to Bloody Sunday, the horror of the event itself, as well as the immediate and long term impact on the families, victims, Derry, and Ireland. This was a very emotional read and the author did an absolutely amazing job of balancing individual stories with the wider situation. I would never|condone terrorism, but reading this definitely made me understand why so many felt they had no other recourse. If you are systematically discriminated against, then your right to democratic protest is made illegal, then when you take part in a peaceful march where people including your family, friends, and neighbours are murdered by the army, and then the inquiry into the massacre is a whitewash, I can understand why some embraced violence. And yet, at its heart, this is the story of the triumph of those who did not choose violence, and who were responsible for the Savile enquiry which exonerated the victims, albeit nearly thirty years too late. This book broke my heart, and as the descendant of Irish Catholics I felt this perhaps even more keenly than I might have otherwise. This is undoubtedly one of the best books I have ever read.