Added this week – 12 March 2016

My Husband's Wife

My Husband’s Wife by Jane Corry. An ARC via NetGalley, due for publication 25th August 2016.


Lily meets Ed at a party, and on their second date, he proposes. She’s a lawyer, he’s an up-and-coming artist. They own a small but beautiful flat in London and mix with all the right people.

But Lily has a secret. Something from her past, that is soon to collide with her present. And she thinks her new husband is hiding something too…

The vows they made will soon be tested to the very limits.

‘Till death us do part…’



Himself by Jess Kidd. Another ARC via NetGalley due for publication 27th October 2016


An unforgettable debut novel blending strange kindnesses, casual violence and buried secrets.

When Mahony returns to Mulderrig, a speck of a place hidden in the hills and forests of Ireland’s west coast, he brings only his handsome face, a photograph of his too-young, long-lost mother, and a determination to do battle with the village’s lies.

Mahony also somehow wakes the dead from their graves, those folk who once lived here, with their foggy memories and hidden stories, floating greyly amongst the unseeing living. No one though – living or dead – will tell what happened to the teenage mother who abandoned him as a baby. Despite Mahony’s certainty that more than one of them knows.

Between Mulderrig’s sly priest, an implacable nurse and a caustic elderly actress throwing herself into her final village play, this beautiful and blackly comic debut novel creates in crystal-clear, musical language an unforgettable world of strange kindnesses, bloody violence and buried secrets.


Herring Sellers's Apprentice

The Herring Seller’s Apprentice by L C Tyler. I was doing quite well this week for not buying books, then I went to the charity shop. Still what else can you buy for 20p?


Ethelred Tressider is a writer with problems. His latest novel is going nowhere, a mid-life crisis is looming and he’s burdened by the literary agent he probably deserves: Elsie Thirkettle, who claims to enjoy neither the company of writers nor literature of any kind. And as if things weren’t bad enough for Ethelred, his ex-wife, Geraldine, is reported missing when her Fiat is found deserted near Ethelred’s Sussex home. The disappearance soon becomes a murder investigation and there is no shortage of suspects, including Geraldine’s sister, bank manager and former partner, Rupert. Geraldine was a woman with debts. Soon the nosy, chocoloate-chomping Elsie has bullied Ethelred into embarking upon his own investigation, but as their enquiries proceed, she begins to suspect that her client’s own alibi is not as solid as he claims.


Saints of the Shadow Bible


Saints of the Shadow Bible by Ian Rankin. How could I leave this lovely hardback in the shop at 20p.


Rebus is back on the force, albeit with a demotion and a chip on his shoulder. He is investigating a car accident when news arrives that a case from 30 years ago is being reopened. Rebus’s team from those days is suspected of helping a murderer escape justice to further their own ends.

Malcolm Fox, in what will be his last case as an internal affairs cop, is tasked with finding out the truth. Past and present are about to collide in shocking and murderous fashion. What does Rebus have to hide? And whose side is he really on? His colleagues back then called themselves “The Saints,” and swore a bond on something called the Shadow Bible. But times have changed and the crimes of the past may not stay hidden much longer — and may also play a role in the present, as Scotland gears up for a referendum on independence.

Allegiances are being formed, enemies made, and huge questions asked. Who are the saints and who the sinners? And can the one ever become the other?


RodRod: the Autobiography by Rod Stewart. Okay the thing is, at the charity shop it’s 20p each (h/b or p/b) or 3 for 50p, so once I’d bought two I just had to have a look for a third so this was effectively 10p for a hardback in great condition. Apart from that, I’ve a soft spot for him, he’s been around for me since the 70’s and I first saw him in concert in 1978, which is longer ago than I care to admit.


Rod Stewart was born the working class son of a Scottish plumber in north London. Despite some early close shaves with a number of diverse career paths ranging from gravedigging to professional soccer, it was music that truly captured his heart–and he never looked back.
Rod started out in the early 1960s playing the clubs on London’s R&B scene before his distinctively raspy voice caught the ear of the iconic front man Long John Baldry, who approached him while he was busking one night on a railway platform. Stints with pioneering acts like the Hoochie Coochie Men, Steampacket, and the Jeff Beck Group soon followed, paving the way into a raucous five years with the Faces, the rock star’s rock band, whose onstage and offstage antics with alcohol, wrecked hotel rooms, partying, and groupies have become the stuff of legend. And during all this, he found a spare moment to write “Maggie May,” among a few other tunes, and launch a solo career that has seen him sell in excess of 200 million records, be inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame twice, and play the world’s largest-ever concert. Not bad, as he says, for a guy with a frog in his throat.
And then there is his not-so-private life: marriages, divorces, and affairs with some of the world’s most beautiful women–Bond girls, movie stars, and supermodels–a struggle with steroids, and a brush with cancer, in which he almost saw it all slip away.
Rod’s is an incredible life, and here– thrillingly and for the first time–he tells the entire thing, leaving no knickers under the bed. A rollicking rock ‘n’ roll adventure that is at times deeply moving, this is the remarkable journey of a guy with one hell of a voice–and one hell of a head of hair.
And finally this week’s pictorial round up of Kindle freebies.

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