A simple goal

20140101-230324.jpgI never make New Years resolutions simply because I am rubbish at sticking to them and so don’t see the point.

This year I do have a goal however. To read more. In 2013 I managed to get through 130 books. It’s not my biggest ever reading year, but it’s the target number I’m aiming to beat.

I’ll keep you posted!

Hypothermia – Arnaldur Indridason

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The haunting book before Black Skies and Outrage, that sets Erlendur off on the journey that is to be told in Strange Shores.  You might as well skip the next two books and go straight to Strange Shores from this one as they add nothing to the story that is to unfold after while both Hypothermia and Strange Shores will stay with you for some time to come.

Book Hangovers

Whether it’s your inability to start a new book, because you are still living in the world of the book you have just finished, or if it is simply that as you close the cover on the last page, you realise the rest of the world has just carried on while you’ve suffered a battery of emotions, book hangovers, can be a pain.

You see book hangovers don’t always spoil your enjoyment of reading, they can spoil your enjoyment of writing, or experiencing real life, because you cannot shake the feelings they have caused. Sometimes those feelings can be inspirational and drive you forward, sometimes they will be dark and hang around for days making you contemplate all you know.

I find book hangovers more annoying than real hangovers, because they invariable last an awful lot longer, but unlike those mornings after the night before where you swear you’ll never drink again, I know I’ll always read another book, because the heroes and heroines are my heroin, my drug, my addiction, and I wouldn’t change it for the world.

That was the month that was

In which I read some books, watched some TV and generally avoided the interchoobs.

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I didn’t read as much as I wanted this month mainly because I discovered this TV show called Lost Girl, and I decided to marathon my way through seasons one to three.

I did however have a bit of a back catalogue catch up, with One Last Breath, The Dead Place and Scared to Live by Stephen Booth. I had a bit of a giggle with Something Borrowed by Paul Magrs and Mrs Fry’s Diary by Mrs Stephen Fry. I fed need for generic pap with Tick Tock, and Second Honeymoon by a couple of James Patterson’s herd of writers, and I gave myself a thrill with Stay Close by Harlan Coben and The Edge of Normal by Carla Norton.

Book 100

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 – Arnaldur Indridason

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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.

Outrage – Arnaldur Indridason

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….

 

 

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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.