….have you anything to say about this??
Being the musings of a Yorkshire lass living in the USA. I'm a book geek, bird nerd, grammar Nazi, and hockey nut. Sarcasm is my default setting.
Now the elderly poet sat at her laptop, fingers moving swiftly and noisily over the keys as she pounded rather than tapped. A look of satisfaction on her face that would have frightened Genghis Khan.
Far from being computer-illiterate, Ruth in her early eighties had embraced the Internet.
"As a way," Gabri had guessed, "of spreading her empire."
If there really was a darknet, Ruth Zardo would find it. Conquer it. Become its empress.
I like Ruth. She scares me, but I like her.
Well this one was a bit of a door-stopper. It could probably have been more tightly edited to lose some of the 650+ pages, but Rowling Galbraith knows how to tell a good story, so I suppose I shouldn't complain.
I'm really enjoying this series. I think Robin and Strike are great characters and I love their working relationship. But I just don't see them as a couple.
And I don't think we've seen the last of Matthew either.
Things are getting dark and twisty.
I can't find this book in the Booklikes database, so if there's a librarian in the house, the ISBN is 978-1-250-06620-6. I'd add it myself, but I'm scared of doing something wrong and wrecking a lot good work done by other people.
OK so it wasn't great literature; in fact at times it was more like an episode of Scooby Doo, complete with the literal unmasking of the villain. He didn't quite say, "I would have got away with it if it wasn't for you meddling kids," but it was close.
Still a great deal of fun though. And the description of the Siamese cat who does not want to be cuddled as suddenly becoming all bony angles was spot on.
"It's hard enough to get any decent legislation through in this county, with all the new people moving in-radical do-gooders, strangers who don't understand our problems-rebels striking at the very fabric of all that has made America great-"
Wow. Just had to double check this was written in 1977 rather than 2018.
Well this is all rather delightfully bonkers. Who could fail to be charmed by a big country pile filled with assorted pets (including a rat called Roger)?
Thankfully the obnoxious fiancé is now out of the picture, which means the heroine's love interest can now make his entrance. She needs to be less disparaging about the fact he mows lawns for a living though.
I picked this one up for Southern Gothic (it's set in Virginia, so near enough), but real life and the Red Sox got in the way and I've only just started it.
And all I can say is I hope Henry dies a horrible death. He is awful. Run Ellie, run.
Of course the edition I have (ancient library copy) isn't in the Booklikes database. Published in 1977 by Dodd, Meade and Co. ISBN# 0-396-07413-8
I am intrigued as to what a stand-alone about rabbits will be like. But I would definitely read a Watership Down / Thursday Next mash-up. Bigwig joining Jurisfiction would be fabulous.