The Cuckoo’s Calling by Robert Galbraith/J.K. Rowling

Had I heard of the book and/or Robert Galbraith before the latter was unmasked as J.K.Rowling? No. Did I read “The Cuckoo’s Calling” because of the above ? Yes. Is it a good read, regardless of who wrote it? Yes, yes and yes. As a non Harry Potter fan (I …

THE UNLIKELY PILGRIMAGE OF HAROLD FRY by RACHEL JOYCE

It takes a certain kind of book to make you sit on a train, crying as you read. Rachel Joyce’s “The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry” is such a book. This is a novel that is everything a fabulous read shoud be. It is moving, inspiring, funny, inspirational, lyrical – …

The Sunday Philosophy Club by Alexander McCall Smith

I have been an unconditional fan of Alexander McCall Smith ever since I bought a copy of “The No.1 Ladies’ Detective Agency” in Gaborone airport, back in April 2001. We were stuck in Gabs for hours, verging on a day, on our way to the bush…but that’s another story. Ever …

THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING SEVEN by ALEXANDER McCALL SMITH

Can there be many things better than reading 2 Alexander McCall Smith novels back to back? One day “The Forgotten Affairs of Youth”. The next day, “The Importance of being seven”. The joys of being on holiday. Both of these novels are set in Edinburgh, but in different parts of …

THE FORGOTTEN AFFAIRS OF YOUTH by ALEXANDER MCCALL SMITH

Reading an Alexander McCall Smith novel, from any of his many series, is both a delicious pleasure as well as a masterclass in elegant prose. His stories unfold slowly, at a natural pace, with ample time for his characters (and readers) to allow their thoughts to wander, to think about …

THE STRANGER’S CHILD by ALAN HOLLINGHURST

The first review of a shiny new year, and it has to begin with a confession. “The Stranger’s Child” was the first book by Alan Hollinghurst that I have read, which must therefore make me rather a literary lightweight, I imagine.  But what a first meeting with someone who will …

STARTED EARLY, TOOK MY DOG by KATE ATKINSON

One shouldn’t especially like a book because it is based in one’s home town, should one? Or is that lovely insider feeling of “Yes, of course, I remember that building,” or “Yes, yes, that is exactly the way it used to feel” reason enough to love a book ? Oh, …