Nearly caught up on reviews, and very much enjoying everyone else's. I'm off on holiday next weekend and am planning to pull together a reading list tomorrow based on all your recommendations.
60 Caledonian Road by Andrew O’Hagan
I was so looking forward to this, which I was hoping was going to be everything I love in a novel. Lots of people, interconnected plots, insights into human nature. And it did have all of these, and I can see it was well executed, but it just didn’t quite land with me. I think it needed to be read immersively, probably on holiday and with time to spare, rather than in a piecemeal way. It’s definitely got a touch of Dickens – London at its best and worst, a range of characters from all levels of society, set pieces, dread and so on. And the central arc of the main character was extremely compelling – it just needed more attention than I was able to give it.
59 23 by NJ Miller
This was really weird. If you’re going to write a mummy-lit book where a slightly overweight heroine with eccentric parents drinks too much and stresses about her family life, do that. If you’re going to write a book about people smuggling, do that. I don’t think doing both together is something that most authors can pull off and NJ Miller really didn’t pull it off. If I pretended it was two separate books that I was reading at the same time, it worked reasonably well, but I couldn’t really be arsed.
58 Testament of Youth by Vera Brittain
I have owned this for years and never read it, despite knowing that everyone who had read it had only good things to say. Brittain was 18 when the First World War broke out, and had just arrived at Oxford to take a much longed for and fought for degree. Her life, like everyone’s, was turned upside down when her brother, her fiancée and two of her very close friends were sent to fight and she left Oxford to become a nurse. Over the course of the war, all of the young men were killed, and she became increasingly angry and disillusioned. There’s so much beauty and pain in this book and the sheer waste of life and potential is set out more clearly than in anything else I’ve read.
57 Reyjkjavik by Ragnar Jonasson and Katrin Jakobsdottir
When a young girl goes missing from an island off the coast of Iceland, it makes headlines. 30 years later, the case is revisited by a young journalist hoping to make a breakthrough. Good on the way in which small societies hide bigger secrets than large ones, but the device of setting the action in the 1980s meant a lot of tedious decade-splaining for the modern reader which wasn’t really necessary. Either set it in the modern era and focus on the story, or commit to the 1980s and assume we can work out the fact that print media may be starting to decline and there aren’t mobile phones for ourselves.