I really enjoyed this book, a real pager turner. It's probably my favourite genre, what I term psychological thriller. It's about two / three women Inis and Trixi and their relationship. One is an overwhelmed mother of two who needs a break, though you're not sure where she's going and her nei...
When Nina meets a good-looking stranger in a hotel, it is the kind of business-conference adulterous encounter that she is keen to forget. But it soon becomes clear that he doesn't feel the same way, and when he starts to turn up everywhere, handsome, worrying, distracting, her life begins slowly...
Original Blog Post: eARC Review: As Far as You Can Go by Lesley GlaisterLesley Glaister pushes both her main characters and the reader As Far As You Can Go in her gripping novel on the unexpected finds in the Australian outback. From the first chapter to the last, there's that niggling feeling at...
Zelda is terrified that her love affair is about to end, and she prays for something - anything - to prevent the inevitable heartbreak. Then she is told that her father has hanged himself. His death brings back intense memories of her childhood and all that remains unspoken in her family. Zelda h...
Oh dear, not a very edifying read. A quote on the back of my copy says that 'Glaister's novels always appear to be as efforless for her to write as they are for us to read.' Well yes, it must indeed be effortless to write a book in which characters have so little depth and the plot is so obvious....
It’s a wide flat street with wide flat buildings separated by acres of lawn. There’s no church or anything that looks the least bit like a church. ‘End of the ride, lady,’ the driver says. Dodie pays him, fumbling with the unfamiliar dollar bills. ‘Have a good day.’ It’s mid-afternoon. He screech...
He’s been picked as centre-forward for next season. While he’s upstairs having a shower, Jo comes round for Luke. Marion doesn’t let her in. She calls Luke and he goes home with a plate of burnt cookies. David comes down in a clean shirt with his hair wet. He opens a can of beer.‘What’s up?’ he s...
They were in the back room. The mistletoe was hanging by the door and I looked straight at it and then at them. The holly scratched my cheek when I went in. They had mugs of coffee and were more or less sitting on top of each other. I’m sure the chairs weren’t that close together before. ‘Hi, Lam...
Since the accident he has slept deeply, almost dreamlessly he claims, although Nadia, lying awake beside him, hears him groan and feels him struggle and sometimes clutch her as if to save himself. Nadia puts on a short flowery dress, a gesture to summer, and then she stands beside the bed, lookin...
Connie has drunk several glasses of red wine and cannot prevent herself smiling whenever she looks down at her twinkling shoes – though her plastic teeth must be black by now. Not that the shoes are comfortable, they squeeze her big toe joints and tilt her forward so she has to lean back and that...
Kropotkin sees the lead in her hand, and understanding its promise he leaps at her, so ecstatic that she swallows her fear. It is not a proper fear, it has no particular object, it is just a vague dread of what might be, could be, outside the walls. She fumbles to attach the lead to Potkins’s col...