A little pleased with myself for reaching the magical number a whole month earlier than last year, but still would have liked to be here sooner than this.
For now though I will do a little happy dance at finishing book 100 of 2013 which happened to be (in case you’re interested) Chasing The Dime by Michael Connelly
Black skies sees another book in the Reykyavik series without its main character of Erlendur and so this time focuses on Sigurdor Oli, and his investigations into the murder of woman who had been trying to blackmail an acquaintance of one of his friends.
The tale runs concurrently with the investigation of Elinborg in the previous book Outrage, which was an interesting concept I’ve seen done often on TV with certain linked shows, rather than in a novel.
I found this a slower read than Outrage, but I think that is because I really dislike the awful, slightly lazy and completely snobbish character of Sigurdir Oli, which is a true testament to Indridason’s writing talent.
The plot was as complex as ever, and what I like about these books, is that the writing style seems almost simplistic as it is so easy to read, but simplistic is exactly the one thing that it isn’t at all.
With Iceland noir fast approaching, I have been catching up on my Arnaldur Indridason books, as he is the Guest of Honour for this inaugural festival.
I have, however skipped a couple of novels for a couple of reasons. I stopped reading his books a while ago as at the time I was having a serious Scandinavian / Nordic phase and (Camilla Läckberg, Jo Nesbø etc) was beginning to get my characters confused, so the last one I read was book four, The Draining lake, which I loved.
That, and that I realised that he is now on book nine, and whilst I am a fairly prolific reader, with the increasing number of books I have to read, I wouldn’t get to through them all before we head to his homeland.
Hence I have just finished book 7….
This is the first of Arnaldur Indridasons Reykjavik series that I have read that doesn’t feature his main detective Erlandur. I was surprised at first thinking it may not be as good, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. I read the book in a weekend and loved the way I got to see and understand so much more of Elinborg as both a policeman and a person.
As complex as ever, all the way through I was convinced that I has sussed out who did it and why, only to find I couldn’t have been further from the truth.
It’s a great read, and whilst making me keen to catch up to book 9 I also can’t wait to go back and read the two books I have skipped.
This is what happens.
If you’ve been here any length of time you will know that I read a lot. This means it is often the case that I find myself in the position of having a book I am really enjoying reading, at the same time as a life that is sucking reading time.
After a while I get annoyed, with both life for being life, and with me for not making time to read, so I do just that. I make time.
I find a quiet spot, set the timer on my phone for 30 minutes, hit start, then hit the book.
The photo above is what happened last time I did this. I was annoyed that I was on holiday, but had no time, due to entertaining a five year old from dawn til dusk and beyond.
Then came the day that we had finally exhausted him to the point of collapse with a late night, followed by an early morning, a five mile walk and a couple of hours on the beach. The Boyfriend took to his bed with a book, knackered and I sat down with wine, and a timer and knocked out 73 pages in 30 minutes, and yes, not including James Patterson for obvious reasons, this is probably a record for me.
It still goes to show what you can be capable of, when you set your mind to it. Now if only I could be 5% as good as that with writing….. Well.
Everyone loves a good soundtrack. It’s why movie companies around the world spend millions on composers and musicians to get the right sound for their film.
I myself am not a massive music fan. I know what I like and what I don’t, and my range of favourite tunes stretches from Country and Western to Heavy Metal, and encompasses Reggae, Ballads, Dance, Contemporary Pop, and pretty much every other musical label in between.
I often have music on in the background when I read, and as such on occasion I like to give a soundtrack to a book, by picking a particular song that sums up the story. As a song is a story in itself this can often be a difficult task. On other days it instantly springs to mind.
The other day when I finished The Cry by Helen Fitzgerald, I immediately picked up my iPod and played this track, Freight Train by Sara Jackson-Holman. It is everything that The Cry is, and if you like the song, you’ll love the book.
Freight Train can be found on the album Cardiology