Our House by Louise Candlish

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When I picked this up in Waterstone’s and starting reading it I was grabbed straight away but in that way that I just know I’m going to be disappointed in the end. The tension’s too high, the odds are too great, I don’t think the author is going to be able to deliver on the suspense. Except I wasn’t disappointed in the end and I think she delivered nicely. The story of a woman in a failing relationship who comes home and finds her family’s home has been sold from under her nose.


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The Chalk Pit (Ruth Galloway, #9) by Elly Griffiths

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So I said I was giving up on this series as I found something to get annoyed with in every book. But then I wanted something familiar and comforting in the library and ended up checking it out. And then the author (or the characters maybe) didn’t annoy me so much in this book and set things up so that, soap opera style, I want to check out the next episode and see what goes down next… Hmmm.


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Epitaph for a Spy by Eric Ambler

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Great story of a mild mannered janitor language teacher, who gets mistaken for a German spy when his camera film gets muddled up at a small hotel outside Nice. Written in 1938, it’s a great period piece.


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Home Fire by Kamila Shamsie

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In the beginning I loved this and thought it was a really good story with great characters, everything seemed pretty much believable. And as the book went on it got weirder, but it was the kind of story that was always going to have weird undertones, and that’s pretty much what fiction is for after all. And then it kept going and went completely off the rails and I wondered what on earth the author thought they were up to as it was all going totally over my head and I couldn’t make rhyme nor reason for anything.

And then I discovered it was all a riff on Antigone, which I’d missed entirely, and I only have the vaguest passing familiarity with Antigone. So yeah. I was left not being quite sure what to make of it. I missed out on any hints in the text that it was a modern retelling of an old story, and unlike other similar retellings I’ve read it didn’t seem to make standalone sense. Half of a good story really, that left me feeling a bit dumb. I will try the author again sometime though!


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