I have been a complete book slug over the past week.
Using the gift cards I got for my birthday, I purchased and finished the following new novels:
- Jim Butcher's Changes, the latest Dresden Files urban fantasy
- Patricia Briggs' Silver Borne, the fifth outing for Mercy Thompson's coyote shape-shifter
- Ariana Franklin's Grave Goods and A Murderous Procession, the third and fourth installments in her Mistress of the Art of Death historical mystery series
I haven't read that much in so short a time in years. It was simply marvelous.
Time to get back to the real world.
2 comments:
It's great isn't it. I'm immersed in Peter Cheyney at the moment. In terms of style he breaks every rule in the book but if you want a flavour of Britain/Europe before, in, and just after World War II it's essential reading. He's like a British Mickey Spillane but I think predates him. He deals with hardboiled heroes and like all pulp novelists captures 'an age' and culture in verbal aspic.
Then comes the guilt - read or work :)
PS you can cheat with writers like Peter Cheyney by drooling over old 'book-covers' on a google search
Ohhh, a new author.
Mike: Shame on you. You're enabling an addict.
Thanks for the recommendation.
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