4th row down finally got the right call. :D
Wow, 14 books this month! That's a lot for me. Admittedly I was going for the shorter ones to get through as many as possible. I do have some reading done on longer ones too, so we'll just see how things go in the coming month.
Stand outs this month are The Last Werewolf, White Lies and Pieces of Her. These were all really good. I got various levels of enjoyment from most of them, only one got below 3 stars from me.
Bingo reads continue! But I also have 4 Netgalley books that aren't for Bingo squares so will need to at least make a start on those. Not much sample reading during Bingo. I'll have to devote some time to that in November.
Done with the book and done with Stewart.
Her kind of romantic suspense really does not work for me on either romance side or the suspense side of things.
Having read two of her books, I am left with a feeling that her stories are overly contrived, full of snobbery, looking down on people who are different from a specific set of stuck-up upper-middle class English folk, and promoting an ideal of woman that is dated, and that I would have perceived as dated even at the time that the books were written.
I'm coming away from her books with a sense of regression of ideas and perceptions that, to me, read more like a terrifying vision of dystopia in the way of The Stepford Wives than a state of affairs, romantic or otherwise, that is to be aspired to, or that provides me with any escapist comfort.
It was interesting to try and broaden my horizons and discover a new to me author. I also have to say that Stewart could create an absolutely spectacular sense of place and atmosphere.
However, I found her characters and story lines just aggravating.
Not for me.
‘Where is she tonight? Did she know you’d come out?’
‘She’s out with friends at the Corfu Palace. I got a note from her when I got in, and it was too late to join them, so I just stayed home. I … felt kind of blue. We’d had such a lovely day, you and I, I just couldn’t stay in the house, somehow.’
‘Poor Lucy. And then I was foul to you, I’m so sorry. Anybody know where you are?’
The question was casual, almost caressing, and it went off like a fire alarm. I hesitated perhaps a second too long.
‘Miranda was in the house. I told her I was coming out.’
‘To the boat-house?’
‘Well, no. I didn’t know that myself, did I?’
If you're alone on a boat with a man you suspect of being a murderer, you probably do not want to tell him that no one knows where you went.
Lucy is such a dipstick.
‘Lovely, thanks. We went to the Achilleion.’
‘I have been there once. It is very wonderful, is it not?’
‘Very. Then we had tea at Benitses.’
‘Benitses? Why did you go there? There is nothing at Benitses! In Corfu it is better.’
‘I wanted to see it, and to drive back along the sea. Besides, I was longing for some tea, and Corfu was too far, and I wanted to look at some antiquities on the way home.’
She knitted her brows.
‘Antiquities? Oh, you mean statues, like the ones on the Esplanade, the fine English ones.’ ‘In a way, though those aren’t old enough. It really means things many hundreds of years old, like the things in the Museum in Corfu.’
‘Are they valuable, these antiquities?’
‘Very. I don’t know if you could say what they were worth in terms of money, but I’d say they’re beyond price. Have you seen them?’
If you ever find me explaining the meaning of "antiquity" to a Greek adult, please kick me.