I’m having the hardest time remembering what I’ve read this week, since it’s been all over the map. But here’s a selection:
— Barbara Michaels, Witch.
This used to be one of my favorite Barbara Michaels novels when I was a teenager. Somehow, between college and real life, my ancient copy was misplaced. It only just belatedly occurred to me that I could order a new one. Surprisingly, on a re-read, it’s no longer one of my favorites. On the flip side, Shattered Silk, which was towards the bottom of the list when I was a teenager, has now moved up towards the top.
— Elspeth Huxley, The Flame Trees of Thika.
I’d seen the movie, but never read the book. I’m so glad I finally did. The writer I’m reminded of is L.M. Montgomery. Huxley has the same gentle mockery, the same keen eye for human foibles. And it turns out that she wrote mystery novels, too!
— Antonia Fraser, The Wild Island.
While I was in Wales last week (which was the reason for my partial internet disappearance), I stopped into Hay-on-Wye, the used book capital of the world. While there, I visited Murder & Mayhem, stocking up on some of my favorite British crime writers. This was, indeed, a very satisfactory installment in the Jemima Shore series.
— Josephine Tey, The Man in the Queue.
I was originally introduced to Tey via The Daughter of Time, unaware that there was a whole series featuring Inspector Grant. Also a Hay-on-Wye find, this is another of Tey’s Inspector Grant books. I only wish I’d found more!
— Wendy Holden, Marrying Up.
I did some airport book shopping on the way back at Heathrow, adding to my British chick lit collection. (I also bought the new Harriet Evans, Love Always, but haven’t gotten around to reading it yet.) Marrying Up featured the usual Holden collection of schemers and socialites. Much fun.
What have you been reading?