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text 2018-12-18 08:25
Reading progress update: I've read 10%.
Ways To Hide In Winter - Sarah Vincent

I'm reading this for the St Lucia Door because it was published on 6th November.


I'm not sure exactly what it's about yet but it's strong on atmosphere - isolated - cold - damaged and with more damage to come - a history like a shadow beneath the ice on the lake.


Set in a National Park on the Appalachian Trail in the depths of winter, so far its a woman working alone in the only store in the Park still open and a lone Uzbekistani underdressed and underfunded. She's trying to pretend she doesn't limp and isn't in pain from her injuries. He's scrupulously polite and unaggressive but tantalisingly unexplained.


So far it's a great winter read.

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review 2018-09-16 18:55
Ways to Die in Glasgow
Ways to Die in Glasgow - Jay Stringer

Sometimes you can sense a shitty day is on the way. I liked to give them levels—scores out of ten. The game was to guess at the start what level of shite the day would achieve. I’d got pretty good at it. I judged I was at the beginning of a seven. Maybe I’d be able to get it down to a six if I went for a run later, got some air into my brain and cleared out the booze.

I don't know what I expected by I'm kind of glad this book wasn't it. For the first third of the book I was so bored with the patronising tone, the gore, the over-the-top descriptions of the Glaswegian criminal underbelly that I really considered swapping this book out for another. 


But then the story seemed to have gotten beyond the scene setting and picked up some pace to move the plot forward and actually developed into a bit of a ride, where I could not figure what the next turn would bring. 


Would the character I just got attached to make it through the next chapter? 

Would the solution to the murders - plural, there are lots - turn out how I imagined it?

Would the author name yet another street that I remember staggering along after a fun a night out to see a band? 


There were elements in this book that I didn't enjoy but that I appreciate for needing to be in the story to create the Noir atmosphere and setting. And, yet, having finished the book, I am left with a smile, looking forward to the next adventure featuring Sam Ireland and her haphazard ways of investigating, and hoping that I might enjoy this series just as much as McDermid's Karen Pirie books, which I was reminded of more than once this afternoon.

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text 2018-09-16 17:39
Reading progress update: I've read 88%.
Ways to Die in Glasgow - Jay Stringer

I can't remember which fellow BookLiker mentioned that is was better not to get too attached to the characters, but that was really sound advice.


It's a little bit like Game of Thrones but set in Glasgow, ... and without dragons.

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text 2018-09-16 16:13
Reading progress update: I've read 67%.
Ways to Die in Glasgow - Jay Stringer

She rubbed her belly again.

‘This is the family now. You, me and the potato.’

‘That’s your first choice of name?’

‘I’m willing to be debated down on that one, maybe to “Spud” or “Chip”. I draw the line at “Freedom Fry” .’

‘I fucking love you, Jess.’

‘Don’t say it like it’s a surprise.’ She let a dark smile sit on her lips for a while before slapping him to show it was a joke.


Aww. It almost makes me like Lambert.

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text 2018-09-16 14:20
Reading progress update: I've read 38%.
Ways to Die in Glasgow - Jay Stringer

Just when i thought about switching to another, more entertaining book, this scene pops up:

Then the bell rang again. There was another grunt, and the person on the other side walked down the hallway, and soon I heard the creak of the stairs.

I opened the door and stepped out onto the landing, placing my feet at the sides, hoping to avoid the creaking floorboards. There were two buckets and a mop placed by the door. One of the buckets was full of warm bleached water; the other was dry but full of sponges. I made it to the top of the stairs and peered down, but I couldn’t see the front door. The angle of the staircase kept it out of sight. I heard the door open, and then I heard Phil’s voice. ‘Hello, sir.’ He spoke loudly, doing a half-arsed impression of Brian Blessed. ‘Could I talk to you please about our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ?’

There was a grunt, the same one that had just been inches away from me, and a hoarse eastern European voice said, ‘Eh? No. I thank you.’

I heard the door start to close, but something stopped it. I imagined it was Phil’s foot.

‘Really, sir, He loves you. He loves me too, though He’s not so much a fan of what I get up to in my spare time.’

This caught the man’s attention.

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