Thanks as always south for keeping us on track. I'll save my list till the end of the year.
A mixed bag of reviews to catch up on.
44. Bookworm - Lucy Mangan
A memoir of childhood reading up to teenage years from a self-confessed bookworm, so this sits quite well with the discussion on the previous thread about reading in primary school. My own memory is of being given a broadsheet newspaper in the reading lesson as the schoolroom books were quite easy.
Comforting stuff, taking in books that I've read and some new to me, with asides into the lives of the authors of these classics and lesser known volumes which deserved more attention. There were some omissions (Flowers in the Attic as a teenage craze) but also some books I thought only I had read. Mention was made of Mumsnet as a distraction (is the author on this thread?). A nostalgic read.
45. Beswitched - Kate Saunders
At some point (on here?) this was mentioned as a modern take on Charlotte Sometimes, one of my favourite childhood novels, and in some ways the premise is similar: here a modern girl goes to sleep on her way to boarding school and ends up in the 1930s as a version of herself. It's a modern children's book and reads as such but there are actually some really affecting parts towards the end, and though I got one twist quite early on, another caught me completely unaware. I think reading this as an adult was an experience, and while it isn't as good as CS it was better than I expected, so I would recommend it as a companion piece to children who are interested in the subject.
46. Adele - Leila Slimani, trans. by Sam Taylor
Adele is a journalist living in a Paris apartment with a surgeon husband and their young son. Her seemingly perfect life is just a sham: she is bored and wants more, so spends her time having meaningless sex in one-night stands and affairs, till her lies threaten to overwhelm her altogether.
This was grubby. I didn't like any of the characters, Adele seemed to be a terrible journalist and unfeeling mother, with no redeeming personal qualities, and while there was an attempt to explain her addiction from episodes in her childhood I couldn't find any sympathy for her. The sex was nasty, I kept reading on thinking the plot would come to a satisfactory resolution but it didn't, and I was glad when the novel was over. The only saving grace was its length. Yuk.