Morning all and welcome to another Monday. I’m quite looking forward to this one as it’s half term so I’m off work and, if the weather man is right, we might get to see some sunshine. What we’ll be up to I’m not sure but it will involve tidying my house after I decided it was a good idea to host a birthday party for my little girl this weekend – at home. It was a lot of fun but I have a small house and, after 10 kids descended, it still looks like a whirlwind went through it!
When, I’m not tidying I hope to read…
Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel. I have been waiting for this to be available at the library for what seems like forever after reading some great reviews. Of course, nearly every time I have high hopes for a book, I end up disappointed but hopefully not this time!
One snowy night Arthur Leander, a famous actor, has a heart attack onstage during a production of King Lear. Jeevan Chaudhary, a paparazzo-turned-EMT, is in the audience and leaps to his aid. A child actress named Kirsten Raymonde watches in horror as Jeevan performs CPR, pumping Arthur’s chest as the curtain drops, but Arthur is dead. That same night, as Jeevan walks home from the theater, a terrible flu begins to spread. Hospitals are flooded and Jeevan and his brother barricade themselves inside an apartment, watching out the window as cars clog the highways, gunshots ring out, and life disintegrates around them.
Fifteen years later, Kirsten is an actress with the Traveling Symphony. Together, this small troupe moves between the settlements of an altered world, performing Shakespeare and music for scattered communities of survivors. Written on their caravan, and tattooed on Kirsten’s arm is a line from Star Trek: “Because survival is insufficient.” But when they arrive in St. Deborah by the Water, they encounter a violent prophet who digs graves for anyone who dares to leave.
The Detectives Secret by Lesley Thomson. This is the third in a series of novels and I’ve enjoyed the other two so fingers crossed here. Also, after taking a bit of a break from crime fiction, I’m looking forward to a bit of murder and mayhem again.
October 1987: as a hurricane sweeps through Britain, a man’s body slowly rots, locked inside an old water tower in west London. He carries no identification and fits no missing persons’ description. His corpse is never claimed.
October 2013: the month of the great storm of St Jude. A man dies beneath a late night Piccadilly line train. His brother insists he was murdered, but Jack, a train driver, is sure it was suicide.
Jack and Stella uncover the secrets of the case – but Jack is carrying a secret of his own…
If there is time, I am also planning on revisiting a couple of books including The Wasp Factory and Swallows and Amazons but we’ll see. What are you reading?
p.s. As usual I’m linking in with Sheila at Book Journey for “It’s Monday, What Are You Reading?”