I picked up another few books on my weekend furtle around the local charity shops, which means that my reading pile is even larger at the moment. Thankfully, I've had chance to read a couple of them, which has brought my 2014 total up to 30 books so far. I shan't let myself get too complacent but I'm on track for my 52 in 52 challenge this year at least. And I'll have chance to read some more on Friday's train journey, no doubt.
Purely by chance, both of my most recent reads have been Fiona Walker titles, both of which I picked up from charity shops.
Written as a series of notes, office memos and letters from Lucy to her various friends and former housemate, Mo (or so Lucy thinks). Lucy updates her brother and friends on her life with her family and housemates, Jane and Bella. She writes notes to her boyfriend Greg whilst he's asleep, making sure to destroy them later, and she emails work colleague Dave about other members of staff.
To begin with, I was a little concerned that this book would seem a bit dated; references to Ceefax, videos and suchlike reminding me that it was written in 2001, but to be honest, after the first reference I was so engrossed in the various characters that I barely noticed it again.
Enjoyable and easy to follow.
002: Tongue in Cheek
Unlike Lucy Talk, I wouldn't say that Tongue in Cheek was anywhere near as easy to follow. I think Tongue in Cheek, which follows the lives of three newcomers to a funny little village, is a badly disguised attempt by Walker to write her own Jilly Cooper novel. I think it would have worked a lot better if some of the storylines had been a little more developed.
With so many characters and storylines to follow, things got even more confusing with the addition of some of the in-jokes and one-liners (most of which I found didn't make a lot of sense to me) and the way that some of the characters would then be referred to by more than one name or nickname.
On the whole, though, a decent book. I was just as intrigued by the mysterious garden as many of the characters themselves, and hadn't figured out the twist to the ending before it happened.
Isn't it funny how two books from the same author can be so very different? I suppose that diversity is the mark of a good writer, as formulaic writing can get kind of boring.
Have you read anything good lately?