Weekly Reading List #3 – Kevin, Novels, And An Autobiography

This week I read a few books, but wasn’t in the mood for anything particularly intellectually challenging so most of them were light read novels.

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Girls On Fire by Robin Wasserman

“It starts with a suicide and ends with a death…” 

That was the line that drew me in, morbid crime novel aficionado that I am.

But Girls on Fire isn’t any ordinary crime novel.

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Book Reviews: Revolution, Various Thrillers, and the New Jojo Moyes

The holiday period saw a slight decrease in reading activity, due to my personal holiday tradition of curling up on the sofa with a roast dinner, the cat and a load of old films. I keep a list throughout the year of things I’d like to watch at Xmas, and then I do.

So the past couple of weeks have been less bookish than normal. But still, here’s what I’ve read.

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Book Haul: Satan, Death, and Singapore

A mixture of novels, autobiographies and instruction manuals for Satanic witches make up this week’s book haul.

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Book Review: Poppet

Poppet by Mo Hayder
Poppet by Mo Hayder

I love Mo Hayder. My friend introduced her to me by lending me Pig Island, a book which made me shudder and look over my shoulder, and then I read Skin and a couple of others and loved them.

So when Poppet came out, I was very excited about reading it. I didn’t get an advance copy of this one, I went and bought it from the bookshop like a normal Kindle-hating person. I read it a couple of nights later, tucked up in bed with my cat, reading by dim lamplight in a room filled with creepy puppets, cauldrons and pieces of material that occasionally waft from side to side.

In other words, it should have been scary. It wasn’t. This was disappointing.

It’s a shame, because I think that actually I’ve maybe just read too many Mo Hayder books already. Perhaps if this had been the first book of hers I’d ever read, I might have found it terrifying. As it was, I guessed every twist. And not late on, either, but from the moment each thing (or character) was introduced. I guessed the twist with the dolls as soon as they were described. I guessed the twist about The Maude as soon as we were introduced to the character. And so on.

But then, to be fair, I do have the kind of mind that decides to run ahead and try to solve things, and often,  by the time I’ve read a few of someone’s previous books, I can work out what their twists will be. Sometimes I try to switch this off, but have you ever tried switching off your own mind? It’s difficult.

If you haven’t yet read any of Hayder’s books, or if you don’t obsessively try to guess twists when you’re reading (but then why would you read crime thrillers… nevermind), then you should definitely read this one, because I’m about 80% sure that it’s actually a very good book and my mind is just being a bitch.

If you’ve read a lot of hers already, you’ll probably guess what’s going to happen, but it was still an enjoyable, recommendable read. I’ll be buying her next book as well, and hopefully won’t work out quite as much of the story so early on.