For the last few days I’ve been feeling desperate for new reading matter, in spite of having several TBR books around the place. My recent visits to the library have left me with a frustratingly empty book bag so yesterday I ventured further afield and came back with this little haul.
For a while now I’ve been wondering if it’s really possible for Laurie R King to have written successful books about a married Sherlock Holmes. Now’s my chance to find out by reading The Language of Bees. I loved Salmon Fishing in the Yemen and have read a couple more of Paul Torday’s books, so into the bag went More Than You Can Say. Silly me, I found I’d already read St Mungo’s Robin but had failed to recognise the cover, so that’s a wasted loan.
Reading the blurb for Shirley Jackson’s The Haunting of Hill House I now wonder if I dare read it. I already know the story of Saplings so well I could probably write a synopsis, yet I’ve never actually read the book; something I’m about to remedy. Another Persephone book, this time one I’d never heard of: Doreen by Barbara Noble. Not a promising title, is it? Finally, I’ve already started Miss Hargreaves by Frank Baker. So far I find her to be a monster.