Oops, didn't realise how behind I was with reviews.
30. The Bullet That Missed, by Richard Osman. More Thursday Murder Club shenanigans. I still love these, all the little retirement village details are so on the nose. Not quite a bold but great fun.
31. The Mess We're In, by Annie McManus. Loved it. Set in the early 00s, young Irish woman Orla Quinn moves to London, into a house share in Kilburn with her best friend and the band that her best friend's brother is in. Not a great deal of plot but extremely evocative. Excellent on the underbelly of the 'glamorous' music scene and what it's like to be young and broke in London.
32. Tales from the Back Row, by Amy Odell. Essays on being a fashion writer and outsider (although I don't know how outside she really was, as fashion editor for The Cut). A hoot. Funny and entertaining, although the essay about Victoria's Secret went on and on. This is now 8 years old and some things seem very out of time - for example pre me-too Harvey Weinstein being mentioned, and Kanye appearing as a huge star, rather than an absolute mess.
33. Time's Covenant, by Deborah Harkness. Fourth in the Discovery of Witches series, this one mainly focuses on Marcus and his background. Too much US and French revolutionary history for me, and not enough Diana and family (although I'm not really bothered about Matthew, who is one dimensional and generally just there to be moody and jut out his jaw as far as I can tell).
34. I'm Mostly Here to Enjoy Myself, by Glyniss MacNicol. I absolutely loved this. As per the blurb: "After New York City emptied out in March 2020, Glynnis MacNicol, aged 46, unmarried with no children, spent 16 months alone in her tiny Manhattan apartment. The isolation was punishing. A year without touch. Women are warned of invisibility as they age, but this was an extreme loneliness no one can prepare you for. When the opportunity to sublet a friend’s apartment in Paris arose, MacNicol jumped on it. Leaving felt like less of a risk than a necessity. What follows is a decadent, unexpected journey into one woman’s pursuit of radical enjoyment." What follows is a joyful account of friends, dancing, sex, chilled rose, cycling round a very quiet Paris, hot chocolate, and the most glorious trip to an island off the French coast. She makes some fantastic points about women's place in the world and history, but also writes a brilliant account of having a rollicking good time. A strong bold.