April is always a holiday time for me and this year I got a bonus few extra days, which were needed after a particular horrific two weeks preceding my leave. I was at the point when I was not even reading I was so stressed, but luckily I had only a little reading slump and with a rest, I soon found enjoyment again in picking up a book.
Caroline Roberts – Rachel’s Pudding Pantry is a first in a new series of books from this author. I have never read any of her work before but I shall go back and do so. This was a joyous and uplifting book I could not help but be caught right up in the story and the characters.
Another author I know I can rely on is Heidi Swain and her new novel, published at the end of May Poppy’s Recipe for Life takes us back to Nightingale Square and the community garden I would so love to be a part of. I am still one book short of having read all of Heidi’s current oeuvre.
Another author whose books I champion on this blog is Lucinda Riley and as I have received books from her publishers I don’t jump to read them immediately because I know I am going to be so engrossed and what to savour the time. This was no different with The Angel Tree which had been sat on my shelf for a while. Of the joy of holding a book, I so miss it when I am reading on my kindle. This is reissue of a previous novel (I had not read) and was a great book to get lost in, which I did.
I had a real sort out of books and tidied my shelves and having made one concerted effort to read an actual book I decided to attack some more so picked up Gervase Phinn – The School at the Top of the Dale. You cannot go wrong with some gentle Yorkshire humour, Yorkshire weather and the joys of children. This is the first in a new series, I hope there is more.
Less gentle fiction was with Anna Hope – Expectation her latest novel and such a difference to her previous two novel. Wake her debut novel stays with me to this day. This very modern book made me stop and think and wonder about what we all expect from life. Can we always deal with what it throws us?
Bella Osborne – A Walk in Wildflower Park her latest 4 part novella published as whole was again something I was not expecting. It was a story that could have gone many ways and it did but certainly not what I was expecting and was a real move away from perhaps the more gentle women’s fiction that I had come to expect from this author.
Making a dent in the number of books on my actual shelves made we also go through what I have languishing on my kindle. Which is why I decided to start Erica James – The Dandelion Years, an author I have not encountered before and I really don’t know why. This was a lovely story which took me back to Bletchley Park during the Second World War and to a house full of sadness and joy in the present day and the story of books, diaries and lost loves. I will be seeking out some other Erica James if they are all as good as this one.
Sticking with the past is how I ended up with Hazel Gaynor – The Lighthouse Keeper’s Daughter which told me a fictionalised story of Grace Darling but also a lot more besides. A poignant novel where the actions of one can have reactions for so many more that they live with for a very long time.
Still in Victorian times is how I ended up with Vivian Conroy – Death Comes to Dartmoor a cosy murder mystery novel, the second in the series. Not having read the first one I felt a bit out of touch with the characters but there was something about the book which just didn’t enamour me but I don’t know what it was and I did finish it – I think to see if I could work out who the culprit was more than an interest in anything else.
I am certainly going to start reading more of what I have on my shelf as I have made a real dent in my netgalley list. I have rejected a couple of books this month as well, one because it was not capturing me and then another because it was too upsetting. It was well written and the subject matter was clearly well researched but for me I found it such hard work as it felt I was almost within the pages experiencing it for myself I knew I didn’t have the emotional energy to get to the end of the book. A strange feeling.
As time goes on, I am trying to be more honest about giving up on books which are just not working for me.
So on with May……