My recent reads, all quite "mid" as teen dd says, with one shining exception.
79. The End of Mr Y, Scarlett Thomas
PhD student finds elusive book in second-hand book shop, unlocks secret of mind travel, is pursued by bad guys etc etc. I found this infuriating. It strains for profundity - lots of references to Derrida and Heidegger and quantum theory - but it's all a bit silly and dull and goes on for too long.
80. I Want to Go Home but I'm Already There, Roisin Lanigan
Young woman moves into flat with boyfriend and becomes convinced it's haunted. But is it all in her mind? Part jeremiad about the London rental market, part riff on The Yellow Wallpaper, this is readable but also overstays its welcome, and the ending peters out.
81. The Talisman Ring, Georgette Heyer
This is the shining exception and made me laugh out loud. Eustacie is determined to clear the name of the man she loves, believed to have committed murder, which involves a quest for the talisman ring of the title. There are smugglers, Bow Street Runners, females with romantic notions, pistols being waved, much tapping on panels to uncover hiding places, great dialogue and all sorts of enjoyable nonsense. Frothy escapist fun.
82. All the Other Mothers Hate Me, Sarah Harman
Single mum feels out of place at her son's posh private school. A boy disappears and she and another mother start their own investigation. But is the answer closer to home than she wants to acknowledge? A mash-up of humorous mummy lit and slightly darker crime fiction/thriller, it was reasonably diverting and helped to pass a delayed train journey.
83. The Tell, Amy Griffin
Memoir by Texan woman about coming to terms with childhood abuse. It doesn't feel quite right to judge it by literary standards - she tells us that she finds it cathartic to tell the truth about her life after hiding it for so long, even from herself. Not that it's badly written, and she has some useful points to make about female socialisation. She's wealthy and writes from a place of social privilege, but it's good to show that this doesn't necessarily shield someone.
Currently working my way through North Road, by Rob Cowen. Non-fiction about the historic road that leads from London to Edinburgh. Started well, with the author joining an archaeological dig (always something I enjoy) and then he looks at his family history (probably of more interest to his family than the rest of us) and then he sets off with a friend to walk stretches of the way. This has ingredients I like but doesn't quite hit the mark for me - lots of meandering and a few dull stretches where he tries his hand at a fictionalised account of some historical episode, and overall it would have been more to my taste if it had been half the length. I'll except the section set in the Harrowing of the North, which was vivid and pacy - I'd read that book. If it it were short.