This week was a bit of the old and the new.  (But nothing borrowed or blue.)  I started off with Lucy Foley’s The Hunting Party, contemporary psychological suspense very much in the style of Ruth Ware’s In a Dark, Dark Wood. Needing something a bit lighter after that, I went back to an old favorite…

Right now, I’m reading Lucy Foley’s The Hunting Party, a psychological thriller very much in the style of Ruth Ware’s In a Dark, Dark Wood, about a group of thirty-something university friends who rent a remote Scottish lodge for New Year’s Eve, and it’s all one big, uneasy party– until one of them is found…

I don’t have anything fun to share this week, since I’ve mostly been living in the seventeenth century, reading up on the reign of Charles I, daily life in Stuart England, and Stuart court culture.  Not that that isn’t fun– I do adore the absurdity of life, and the seventeenth century was very good at…

When it comes to reading time, long plane rides are the best.  (Don’t tell me there’s wi-fi on board.  I don’t want to hear it.) On my way to Florida last weekend, I gobbled up the third book in Lucy Parker’s London Celebrity contemporary romance series, Making Up, about an aerialist and a make-up artist.…

There’s nothing like finding a new (to you) author whose voice you love.  This week, I devoured the second book in Lucy Parker’s London Celebrity contemporary romance series, Pretty Face— and immediately ordered Book Three. Now there’s incentive for me to finish the chapter I’m working on, so I can use the rest of my…

This week, I read Lucy Parker’s Act Like It, the first in her London Celebrities contemporary romance series. Where has this book been all my life? Actually, I can tell you the exact answer to that. On my nighttable, in a pile of books sent by my college roommate, the world’s best roommate and book…

I can’t tell you what I’ve been reading, unfortunately, because it’s something I have deeply mixed feelings about– and when I can’t say something positive, or at least neutral, about a book, I’d rather not say anything at all.  Because I know someone else (or many someones!) will love that same book that annoys me,…

Sometimes, you just have to re-read Dorothy Sayers’s Gaudy Night. Gaudy Night is one of my very favorite books in the world for oh so many reasons.  The lyricism of the writing, the still relevant question of how women are to balance careers and families, the love song to university life that never ceases to make me…

Happy Friday, all!  (And thank goodness for it!) This week, I went back to the London of gaslight and fog with Anthony Horowitz’s Moriarty, set right after the events at the Reichenbach Falls. He does point out a number of quite fascinating inconsistencies in Watson’s account…. It also made me strangely homesick for a series…