I read quite a lot of books last week, but several of them were very short. Most of them were novels – I seem to be on a fiction drive at the moment.
There were a few that were disappointing, which was a shame, and one or two surprises. So without further ado, here are this week’s reviews.
I wake up. It is still dark outside, but it’s never really dark in my London bedroom, with its double windows surrounding the space. Rolling over, I see that the cat has jumped onto my chair and I mumble at her incoherently: ‘smychairgeroff.
It is the end of the first week of 2016 and I think I may have found my Book of the Year already. This one is going to be hard to top.
You know when you read a book and love it so much that you deliberately read it extra slowly, so that it lasts longer? This was one of those.