When I was a child I remember my mum having a blue and white plate. It was in the style of Chinese willow pattern but the stamp on the back said ‘made in Japan’, and depicted a kimono clad figure of indeterminate sex standing on an arched bridge over a softly flowing river, dwarfed by … More An Artist of the Floating World by Kazuo Ishiguro
Once bitten, twice shy? If you’ve read my earlier review of O’Farrell’s Instructions on a Heat Wave you’ll know it wasn’t for me. Still I’m all for second chances, and having been told by a member of my book group that The Hand That First Held Mine was better – it won the 2010 Costa … More The Hand That First Held Mine by Maggie O’Farrell
“A man is a god in ruins” Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature Kate Atkinson won the Costa Novel Award 2013 for Life After Life about the lives (yes, lives) of Ursula Todd. In 2015 she won it again with A God in Ruins, about the life of Teddy Todd, Ursula’s younger brother. Having read and enjoyed … More A God In Ruins by Kate Atkinson
My RE teacher relished moral dilemmas. She’d take a Commandment, thou shalt not kill, or thou shalt not bear false witness, say, and then question us to explore their outer limits. Would you murder one person to save the lives of many? Would you lie to hide a painful truth? Faith Sunderly, the teenage heroine … More The Lie Tree by Frances Hardinge
“How long shall they kill our prophets While we stand around and look? Some say it’s just a part of it. We’ve got to fulfil the book.” Redemption Song, 1980 On 3 December 1976, two days before he was to appear at a free concert organised by the Jamaican Prime Minister, Bob Marley was shot … More A Brief History of Seven Killings by Marlon James
Should I stay or should I go now? If I go there will be trouble. An’ if I stay there will be double (from The Clash’s single Should I Stay or Should I Go?) The Inheritance of Loss won the Man Booker prize in 2006. It opens in the remote Himalayan town of Kalimpong, where a retired … More The Inheritance of Loss by Kiran Desai
When I go to a bookshop, I’m like a magpie in a field full of shiny things. My cousin is the opposite; she buys books one at a time. Last time we went to a bookshop together, of all the books that caught her eye she plumped for the longest on the grounds that it … More The Luminaries by Eleanor Catton
