Not including the far larger number of books I ditched at the 50-page mark. (I’m terrible for giving up on books.) Nor the embarrassing number of true crime shockers read in the name of ‘research’.
The Goldfinch, Donna Tartt Even with such excessive length, it’s a masterpiece
Mrs Hemmingway, Naomi Wood
Love Nina, Nina Stibbe So moreish, I started trying to copy her quirks. Never works.
Little Egypt, Lesley Glaister Seriously, this is the one I’d push into your hands.
Before We Met, Lucie Whitehouse Rollicking
A Tale for the Time Being, Ruth Ozeki
I’m not gonna lie, I didn’t get to the end
Cazalet Chronicles – the Light Years, Elizabeth Jane Howard
The soundtrack of my summer. So, so good. Like Downton meets Camomile Lawn, only better than that makes it sound.
When Will There Be Good News, Kate Atkinson
Repeat read, bit obsessed with all the Jackson Brodie books.
The Opposite of Loneliness, Marina Keegan
Elizabeth is Missing, Emma Healey
H is for Hawk, by Helen Macdonald
Do No Harm, Henry Marsh Rreally surprised how gripping a book about neurosurgery could be.
I'd say my top two were Little Egypt and Do No Harm.
Currently reading: Nora Webster, Colm Toibin. It’s brilliant. Sad and lugubrious as only Toibin knows how.
Next on the TBR pile: Station Eleven, by Emily St John Mandel
My Brilliant Friend, by Elena Ferrante