Behind on my updates so here's three all together.
55 The Unexpected Inheritance of Inspector Chopra by Vaseem Khan
I love Khan's Malabar House series, and wasn't sure whether I would like this as it struck me as likely to be a little twee (it involves a baby elephant. Nuff said). But although much gentler than Malabar House, it was an enjoyable read. Upright, honourable policeman Chopra is retiring from the force - but what will he do now? Just as he is about to leave, he becomes embroiled in trying to resolve a crime that will bring him face to face with old enemies. Oh, and he's inherited a baby elephant called Ganesha from his late uncle. Heartwarming escapades ensue, but there's enough grit to keep it from becoming too sickly sweet, and I liked both Chopra and his wife, Poppy. Enough to keep me going until the new Malabar House comes out in November (and I'll probably read the rest of the series too).
56 The House of Mirrors by Erin Kelly
Another book bought at the Chiltern Kills crime writing festival. I really shouldn't be allowed to go to book festivals given the size of my Kindle TBR pile. Anyway, this was an absorbing psychological thriller. Rex Capel was imprisoned for killing two men in 1997, following which his sister Biba disappeared and is presumed dead. Fast forward 25 years and he has long since been released, but his troubled past still haunts him, his wife Karen and his daughter Alice. Alice has opened a clothes shop called Dead Girls' Dresses, but has temper problems of her own and a controlling new boyfriend. And who is the mysterious woman who has been turning up at her shop? Twisty, turny, competent but not outstanding; I'd read more of Kelly's books, though!
57 Clara's Daughter by Meike Ziervogel
This novella caught my eye in a 50p Waterstones sale. Michele is a successful businesswoman, but her life is upended when her mother, Clara, falls on the stairs and decisions have to be taken about her future. The story is told in snatches from different points of view and it's not always clear where we are in time, or who is talking; a discombobulating effect that, combined with the slight awkwardness of the writing (Ziervogel is German but writing in English) creates an edgy feeling that suits the subject matter. Sometimes the writing is so odd as to jolt you out of the moment, but the book paints a compelling portrait of a controlling, co-dependent mother/daughter dynamic. Patchy, but brilliant in places.
I have never read Riders or Rivals (the shame!) only the short Jilly Coopers with women's names as the titles (Octavia, Prudence etc etc), but I am absolutely loving the adaptation. I don't want to read it and spoil the surprises now, but I may read it once I've finished watching. Everyone is so perfect in their roles.