It is arrant arrogance for me to write reviews of the books I have read, but it is, of course, my arrant arrogance and of that, I am proud. And this review is of my first Michael Robotham book. Michael … Continue reading My first Michael Robotham
Stalking is an unpleasant word. I prefer, fan. I am a fan of Margaret Atwood. As a fan I am sitting in the third front row of the stalls of the Concert Hall surrounded by other humble stalkers. A hum … Continue reading Love in the stalls
I like reading Michael Connelly’s books! They are easy and roll along without effort on my part. Michael makes all the moves and I just turn the pages. But they’re good yarns! He is a prolific writer by anyone’s standards! … Continue reading Two kinds of truths
Two men! One crime! Both accused of murder! One; tall, strong, smart, cunning, savvy, and a police officer: the other; overweight, brain damaged, autistic and with the emotional age of a child. The Tall Man arrests a drunken indigenous Palm … Continue reading Two men – One Crime!
Life can be a series of unconnected coincidences that brings with them the unexpected hope that, beneath all the froth and bubble, there is some sort of meaning. And why my interest in intelligent happenstance? The last book I read … Continue reading Completely fine
My son gives me my best reads! This time it’s “Scrublands” by Chris Hammer, thirty years a journalist. It’s a hefty book but a cracker. I get tired holding it up when I read in bed, and I always read … Continue reading Present tense – past caring
At the End of the Day 