|Lippman’s third Tess Monaghan novel|
I really enjoy Lippman’s work. I think she’s a great writer. Her characters are well drawn, and her plots are solid. I don’t put her on the same level as Reginald Hill or Peter May…. but her books are a rollicking good read. And Butcher’s Hill had me burning the midnight oil. If you want to read about some of the other writers in this genre whom Sarah recommends you can do so here and here.
|Peter Robinson at a book signing in the UK source|
Then, when I returned the Lippman book to the library, and was surfing the shelves, so to speak, I spied the new Peter Robinson on the “express” shelf. What a piece of luck. I love Robinson’s Inspector Banks series. Except I guess he’s Superintendent Banks now. And Sleeping in the Ground is vintage Robinson, in my opinion. Apparently Robinson’s been writing this series for thirty years now.
The books, however, are another matter. No damning them with faint praise. I hustled home from the library, put the kettle on, and Sleeping in the Ground had me tumbling down a reading rabbit hole within a few pages. Good thing Hubby was making dinner that night.
|Robinson’s newest Banks novel|
And speaking of love. Let’s talk about Christopher Brookmyre’s newest Jack Parlabane novel, Want You Gone. I love Brookmyre’s writing. I haven’t always loved his books. I found some of the early ones to be a bit glib, and and at the same time too heavy-handed with the dark humour, as if he were trying too hard. But lately. Well, lately as Lizzy Bennet says of Darcy “that is all to be forgot.” Now it’s true love. Literary love, that is.
|Chris Brookmyre source|
I included Brookmyre in my best loved books of 2016 post last January. I rediscovered him when I started reading his Jasmine Sharp series. I love the Jasmine Sharp character; she seems almost a modern day re-imagining of P.D. James’ Cordelia Gray. James’ An Unsuitable Job for a Woman, which features Cordelia Gray, has to be one of my all time favourite mystery novels, as I’m sure I’ve said here before.
So last week, I was excited to see that the newest Brookmyre was waiting for me at the library. My name had been on the list for months. I rushed to pick it up, and like with the Robinson book, was thereafter glued to the couch, intent on my book. For days. Rising only to attend the Vintage Clothing Show last weekend. Then to spend a day shopping with my sister early in the week. And there was skating and coffee with the girls on another day. Then shopping for new flooring with Hubby on Friday. And while all of those things were fun, I have to admit, a small part of me really wanted to be home with my book.
Brookmyre’s latest Jack Parlbane adventure is so much fun to read. There’s a lovely engaging young character, named Samantha, who is a hacker extraordinaire. And Parlabane, of course, who is still trying to regain control of his life and his career in journalism. The relationship between the two characters, puts me in mind of Mikael Blomkvist and Lisbeth Salander from Stieg Larsen’s novels. Although Brookmyre’s characters are much less damaged than Larsen’s, and his plots are less violent. Parlabane and Sam also remind me a little of Kate Atkinson’s character Jackson Brodie and his friendship with sixteen year old Reggie in When Will There Be Good News. Gosh, I loved that book too.
There you have it. That’s what I’ve been up to for the past while. Galloping through one book after another. Trying to NOT read all the time. Trying to NOT think about the current book I’m reading when I’m doing other things that need to be done. But that’s love for you, folks. Keeps you awake at night. Occupies your every waking thought. Well, almost. You know, I may have to take a break from reading for a little while. Things have been getting way too serious between us.
And speaking of serious relationships. When I told Hubby of the analogy I was making in my post, between reading and falling in love. And how I wrote in my journal when we were first dating that it felt like falling downstairs, he quipped: “I guess you could say I swept you off your feet.” Ha. Good one.
And then we laughed about the night he called me and sang an Elvis song. You have to know Hubby to understand how funny that was. He’s quite reserved, and often serious. And I had no idea that he could sing like Elvis. So when I picked up the phone that night so many years ago, and heard this deep warbling voice sing, “Are you lonesome tonight. Do you miss me tonight?” I almost hung up. And then when I realized it was him, I fell over laughing. Even more so when he said that it was a good thing I recognized his voice after the first two lines because he didn’t know the rest of the song.
I seem to be on a run of reading only mystery and crime novels lately. I do become infatuated with more serious books from time to time. But mystery novels were my first love. Ever since I was eight or nine and read my first Trixie Belden book.
Now, that is definitely a serious long term relationship.
How about you folks? What books are you falling for these days?