Eight books read in the merry month of May.......
Tana French is one of my adopted authors which means I buy/donate the book to the library and get to be the first to read it. The Keeper is the third and final of a series set in the west of Ireland and featuring retired Chicago police detective Cal Hooper. French is a great author and I have really loved this series.
Birthright, Angels Fall, Black Hills and Come Sundown are all by Nora Roberts. I chose these four because of their settings - Blue Ridge Mountains, Wyoming, South Dakota and Montana - all places I have been to and have fond memories of. Roberts is a very good writer and great to read when you want to escape, lost in a well told story.
The Sugar Train is a book of poems written by, and sent to me by our friend, Becky Faber (University of Nebraska) with illustrations by her grandson, Robert Davis.
Elizabeth Strout is an author I will always read. Her characters usually have had some setbacks to overcome. She writes in scenes rather than beginning to end. The Things We Never Say asks the question: "How is it that we know so little about one another, even those closest to us?" It makes me think of how divided our country is, how easy it is to dismiss others without even trying to know them.
Elizabeth Strout is an author I will always read. Her characters usually have had some setbacks to overcome. She writes in scenes rather than beginning to end. The Things We Never Say asks the question: "How is it that we know so little about one another, even those closest to us?" It makes me think of how divided our country is, how easy it is to dismiss others without even trying to know them.
We Live Here Now is by Sarah Pinborough, an English author new to me. It is a modern gothic tale about a husband and wife who move into a haunted house. The couple has secrets they keep from one another - and the house has its own secrets.
Next up is a book that "topped bestseller lists across Europe". I'm looking forward to beginning my first June read.
But before I go -- one of Becky's poems from The Sugar Train:
Gretel
I drop them carefully
small pieces of black on white
marking the journey from one forest
to the next
not bread crumbs to find the way back,
just words from where I have been
with no idea of where I'll go
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