Between the Assassinations by Aravind Adiga, which was OK. And The Girl in the Mirror by Cecelia Ahern, which was decidedly not.
I knew when I picked up a bloody Cecelia Ahern that it would be pants. But this was not just pants – it was short story pants, with a bit of ‘magic’ chucked in. Dammit Cecelia, you’re a grown-ass woman. Don’t write a children’s book with a bit of sex blobbed on to keep it ‘relevant’. Jeez.
Between the Assassinations had some fairly interesting characters in it but after the AMAZING Half of a Yellow Sun, I’m really alright for tales of life in a war-torn developing country – soz.
Have also read In Your Prime by India Knight (a HOOT plus v. sensible), Silk by Alessandro Baricco (fairly good) and Frenchman’s Creek by Daphne du Maurier (ace, thank GOD – couldn’t have taken another Jamaica Inn).
What would we do without beautiful, wonderful reading?