I find it hard to say how many books I have on the go, as I don't know whether to count those with a bookmark partway in, that I may or may not to go back to. It's fairly usual to have at least three - a library book, a kindle book for the train, and a book I physically own.
I've been having a pretty good run:
126. The Ministry of Time, Kaliane Bradley
A different take on time travel. The government has brought people from their own time into the modern world. The main character is responsible for a Victorian explorer, and starts developing some unprofessional feelings. Her mother was a Cambodian refugee, and she muses about the commonalities of being taken from your home. And what dastardly plotting is going on in the shadows? I recall some dismissive reviews on here, but I liked it - I liked the characters of the time travellers, I liked the dialogue, and the light and shade.
127. Small Bomb at Dimperley, Lissa Evans
Valentine was never intended to take ownership of the Big House after the war, but somehow here he is. Can he find a way to make it work? This was a lovely warm-hearted book. I enjoyed the cast of characters and the setting. Good fun.
128. The Darkening Age, Catherine Nixey
Non-fiction about how early Christians attacked the pagan world. I've read reviews that say the author is biased and cherry-picks her evidence, and although I don't know enough to say for myself, I can well believe it - in the battle between dignified philosophers and crazed and filthy monks, she's very clear about whose side she's on. She tells the story with relish, and it's a reminder that things might have happened differently - the success of the Judeo-Christian religions wasn't a given. An interesting read. (This sat on my kindle for nearly six years, so I'm pleased I got around to it).
129. When the Dust Settles, Lucy Easthope
Disaster specialist gives an account of her career, with snapshots into her personal life. Justly popular on here - a compelling read, full of compassion for those whose lives have been affected.
130. Reading Lessons, Carol Atherton
An English teacher writes about books she has taught and what can be learned from them. I expected to love this, but it didn't quite hit the mark for me. It seemed a bit too heavily focused on books as morality tales - it did in fact feel like a school lesson.
131. Making it Up, Penelope Lively
The author looks back on her life and how a twist of fates means things might have turned differently, and she makes up stories about what might have happened, modestly turning herself into a bit part in each story rather than the focus. I've previously read a memoir by her, so there's inevitably some repetition. I liked it rather than loved it.
132. My Good Bright Wolf, Sarah Moss
Memoir by the author about growing up and her struggles with anorexia. I was enthralled by this - there's a critical voice that keeps breaking into the text in italics, ridiculing what she says - of course she was taken care of and privileged and how dare she claim to struggle? - and I thought that was very effective.
Going back to reading multiple books, the last four books all had elements of women looking back over the lives and there were times when they blurred slightly. I should probably go off and read something ruggedly masculine, although I don't really want to and I've got Mrs Tim of the Regiment by D E Stevenson to finish first (picked up for a pound in a charity shop in Pontefract).