A Lady's Guide to Mischief and Mayhem is a light mystery-romance, where the romance feels like the more important element of the two. Kate Bascomb is A Lady's Guide to Mischief and Mayhem is a light mystery-romance, where the romance feels like the more important element of the two. Kate Bascomb is a reporter, the owner of a newspaper she took over after her husband died, and she's determined to champion women and shine a light on things women are kept sheltered from in England of 1865. Andrew Eversham is a detective inspector, and her investigative reporting endangers his career as she quickly finds a witness his team entirely neglected to speak to, with crucial evidence about a string of murders.
Naturally, the two get drawn together personally, particularly after the killings start getting very close to Kate, who discovers a body while on a visit to a friend's country home. The murders were confined to London at first, but suddenly they seem to have followed her... and thus so does Eversham. The sparks of attraction between them are very obvious, and this was the shakiest part of the book for me: they leapt from lust to love in mere pages, with very little provocation. I'd expected a bit more will-they-won't-they, but it was remarkably straightforward. At least they mostly managed to communicate like adults, which can be a big bugbear for me.
I thought it was light and frothy and fairly inconsequential, and for the most part, I was fine with that. Kate and her friend Caro were fun, and I appreciated the friendship between Kate and Val, as well -- I was very relieved when there was no sign of sexual interest or jealousy on either of them's part, and their quasi-sibling relationship was rather fun. Much of the setting and characters are sketched in fairly lightly; historical fiction this is not, if that's what you're hoping for... and the mystery was fairly light too.
When I try to sum it all up, it all seems pretty thin and like I'm damning it with faint prize, but it was a genuinely fun reading experience, and a nice way to spend my day, picking it up here and there to read a chapter whenever I could. It's unlikely to stick in my head, but I'd happily read another Manda Collins book or even another book in this series....more
He'd Rather Be Dead is another of George Bellairs' Inspector Littlejohn stories; I'm not reading them in any kind of order, just picking them up as I He'd Rather Be Dead is another of George Bellairs' Inspector Littlejohn stories; I'm not reading them in any kind of order, just picking them up as I come across them or find them on Kindle Unlimited, and luckily that doesn't matter -- you can jump in anywhere. Littlejohn's character doesn't really change or develop: it's purely about the mystery he's investigating. In this case, it's the death of the local Mayor, who died at a banquet surrounded by potential enemies made due to his corruption and efforts to revitalise the town in a way the inhabitants see as vulgar.
As with The Case of the Famished Parson, which I read recently, a lot of the opening detail is a red herring: the events of the banquet are relatively unimportant, and Boumphrey -- who gets a decent introduction -- quickly fades into the background and even becomes rather a suspicious character.
I do enjoy that with George Bellairs' work, you can usually follow Littlejohn's reasoning. As the evidence comes to light, the reader gets to see it too. He's no Sherlock Holmes, all ego and long explanations of his own cleverness; he's decent and honest, and basically what an ideal policeman should be.
The kind of odd thing with this particular instalment was that it ended with several chapters of the killer's diary, which just went over information we already knew, in a rather florid style. It doesn't add much, and honestly... I'd skip it. Otherwise, an enjoyable enough mystery, with George Bellairs' usual qualities....more
I got this because a) someone in the Legendary Book Club of Habitica guild on Habitica named it as one of their favourite books for a group readalong,I got this because a) someone in the Legendary Book Club of Habitica guild on Habitica named it as one of their favourite books for a group readalong, and b) I've been meaning to try Dorothy Gilman's books for a while (albeit I usually get recommended the Mrs Pollifax books). At the beginning, Amelia finds a note hidden in a hurdy-gurdy in the antique shop she's recently purchased.
Amelia's had a life half-sheltered by adults (her father, and then a psychiatrist her father paid to help her) and half-wrenched awry by the suicide of her mother when she was a child; she's very naive at times, and yet surprisingly strong and driven once she finds something to care about... and she quickly comes to care about the contents of that note, which allege that the writer was held captive and forced to sign some kind of document she didn't want to sign, and that she knows she will soon be killed. Amelia wants to find her, wants to know what happened, and she sets about doing just that.
I found myself caring a lot about Amelia and her quest; it all fell together almost too neatly, the coincidences all lining up to provide clues and to hook Amelia closer into her little quest... but something about her frank tone and determination won me over. Joe's less knowable, given the narration, but the way he decides to help her with her little quest makes his character work for me as well. The relationship between them is a little quick, but it's kind of like in Mary Stewart's novels -- in the context, I don't really question it.
Pretty enjoyable, anyway! And I will have to read more of Dorothy Gilman's work....more
Blood and Circuses didn't quite satisfy the hunger for rereading Phryne's adventures, since it's atypical in some ways. I joked on Litsy that I was reBlood and Circuses didn't quite satisfy the hunger for rereading Phryne's adventures, since it's atypical in some ways. I joked on Litsy that I was rereading the series for the delicious dresses and beautiful food (with the adjectives that way round!) -- and there's certainly a good helping of that here, along with the first appearance of Phryne's Chinese lover, Lin Chung. I can't speak for how accurate or respectful his portrayal is; Greenwood is certainly sympathetic to the Chinese people living in Melbourne at the time, but there's a fair amount of exoticisation going on there (as there is with Phryne herself, of course, but still).
Never having really known a serious actor personally, I find the way Greenwood portrays them bewilderingly malicious at times. I mean, Sir Bernard isn't so bad, and Mollie Webb, but there's so much spite, vanity and callousness flying around... particularly in the person of the beautiful Leila Esperance.
In any case, it's a pretty fun one, and especially entertaining to see Greenwood portray a Welshman (even one who's such a cad)....more
Blood and Circuses is, of course, a reread for me -- the book in which Phryne Fisher joins the circus to work out a mystery, at the pleading (and goadBlood and Circuses is, of course, a reread for me -- the book in which Phryne Fisher joins the circus to work out a mystery, at the pleading (and goading) of her carnie friends... while at the same time, a horrible murder has taken place which Jack Robinson must investigate. It's always interesting to see Phryne out of her element, because that's when she has to be her most resourceful, and the circus is a whole new world for her.
There's also Lizard Elsie, and her adventures with Miss Parkes and Constable Harris, which keep things entertaining (to say the least).
It always feels like it takes a while to heat up, and then suddenly flies by once Phryne's there in the circus. It's surprising to realise how fast it goes. I always enjoy this one, and I'm particularly entertained (as ever!) by the scene in which the clown and the carnie have to cuddle Phryne to help her get over her shock......more
I really need to read more of the Xuya stories and novellas all at once, because I like the world but it always takes me some adjustment time. The CitI really need to read more of the Xuya stories and novellas all at once, because I like the world but it always takes me some adjustment time. The Citadel of Weeping Pearls stands alone, though, and once you get your head around the fact that it's based on Vietnamese culture and customs (but in a space empire), it flows along smoothly. Bright Princess Ngoc Minh has been missing for years, along with her Citadel, after her mother the Empress sent armies against her. Grand Master Bach Cuc has been searching for her, and seemed to be close to a breakthrough, but now she's missing -- and Diem Huong, a commoner who lost her mother on the Citadel, is also about to conduct an experiment that may send her to the Citadel.
I found that the only thing that bothered me was the number of POVs, and that was mostly while I was settling into the story. It was obvious why we needed the various POVs by the end; without them, the Empress seems just horrible (instead of a woman who makes horrible decisions believing they are for everyone's good, which is a different sort of horrible), Ngoc Ha seems too wishy-washy... but together they all work out and show a sad story, examining the bonds between families, and the terrible things an Empress might do for the good of everyone (or not).
It works really well as a novella; I think it's perfect at this length....more
Inspector Littlejohn is supposed to be on holiday, taking a break after running himself into the ground on too many cases. As ever, a busman's honeymoInspector Littlejohn is supposed to be on holiday, taking a break after running himself into the ground on too many cases. As ever, a busman's honeymoon is sure to follow, and Littlejohn finds himself investigating the murder of a parson, found in an astonishingly emaciated state with his head bashed in. Needless to say, it isn't a very restful holiday, and Littlejohn even finds himself shot while he's still making routine inquiries...
When I first read one of Bellairs' books in the British Library Crime Classics, I thought it was fun, and I've definitely found that to be so with all his books. Maybe not the most inventive or technically brilliant, but likeable. I feel like Bellairs really enjoyed writing these books, these competent mysteries where the world is restored to rights by the finding and apprehending of the killer -- without police violence, without prying too deeply into people's psyches. Somehow cosy, even when the crimes are horrible. The Case of the Famished Parson fits well into that mould, and I enjoyed it very much.
I do have to say that I'd expected something a bit more weird, from that title. In the end, the fact that the man was starving is the least part of the mystery -- easily sorted out, though it does have a part to play in explaining what happened.
I probably won't be picking up another book by Bellairs immediately -- but I'll definitely be picking one up again in the near-ish future. They're even on Kindle Unlimited!...more
I was really in the mood to reread one of Mary Stewart's novels, and I felt pretty nostalgic about The Gabriel Hounds. I thought I'd remember it prettI was really in the mood to reread one of Mary Stewart's novels, and I felt pretty nostalgic about The Gabriel Hounds. I thought I'd remember it pretty well, but there was actually a bit in the middle I was more vague on and that I could swear had happened in a different Mary Stewart book... In any case, The Gabriel Hounds follows Christy, separated from her group on a package tour of the Lebanon. Reminded that her great-aunt lives in the area, and surprised by the legends that seem to have grown up around her, Christy resolves to see the old lady -- and thus finds herself plunged into a whole mess.
As ever, Stewart had an excellent way of bringing the landscape to life, not just the sights (I can't imagine those anyway) but the smells and the impressions, and even somehow something of the light and the quality of the air. She's very good at invoking an idealised, picturesque landscape -- and some real nastiness, as well, of course, but that's more commonplace. She's not so bad with character, either -- spoiled, sharp Christy; kind Hamid, who almost felt like he should be a bigger character or get some much better reward out of the story; poor Lethman...
I should warn readers that the love interests are full cousins, whose fathers were twins; cousin-marriage happens a couple of times in Mary Stewart's books, but this one is closer than most, and lays particular emphasis on the two growing up like siblings. It might gross you out, so I mention it even though it's a spoiler.
The actual plot is fairly obvious, and the romance almost perfunctory... but it has a kind of magic anyway....more
Holy moly, this is lovely. I was urged to get this to do a review on it for Postcrossing (check out my others on the Postcrossing blog!), so it was onHoly moly, this is lovely. I was urged to get this to do a review on it for Postcrossing (check out my others on the Postcrossing blog!), so it was one of the things I bought with my Christmas gift cards… and I’m glad I did. It’s an epistolary story, showing both the fronts and backs of postcards and — in little pouches, from which you have to pull out actual letters which are handwritten (Sabine) or typewritten (Griffin) — letters sent between Griffin (an artist who creates postcards) and Sabine (an artist who illustrates stamps).
Sabine has been seeing Griffin’s art in her dreams for years, and reaches out to him via a postcard once she finally finds out who he is and how to contact him (through running across his artwork). After just a few postcards are exchanged, she proves to him that she knows his art like no one else can, and they quickly forge a connection despite the physical distance between them. It’s a love story, and a mystery: how are they connected? Why are they connected? What does it mean?
It’s a lovely reading experience; the pouches are a nice gimmick, and they really give you a sense of discovery. I’m not super great with visual detail, but the fronts of the postcards (illustrated by Griffin and Sabine, in the story) and the decorations on envelopes and letters add quite a bit. It’s a very short read, but worthwhile — and that ending! I’ve ordered the next two books....more
Trinity Jordan is recovering from an accident she can't wholly remember, traumatised and struggling to get back on her feet, despite her physical recoTrinity Jordan is recovering from an accident she can't wholly remember, traumatised and struggling to get back on her feet, despite her physical recovery. She's thrown out of her usual, comfortable(ish) routine when she meets Li Wei, the nephew of the scientist who lives in the same building. He is, Dr Zhang says, recovering from a terrible accident of his own, and relearning almost everything. There's something powerfully attractive about Li Wei, for Trinity, and she'd almost forgotten what that's like; they find themselves drawn together, even before Dr Zhang suffers a stroke and begs Trinity to take care of Li Wei.
The thing is, Li Wei is an AI in a synthetic biological body, learning to express himself and unlock his past memories -- and his progress accelerates around Trinity, who is still powerfully drawn to him when she discovers the truth. The problem is that he's beginning to pick at the inconsistencies in her life: why does she say she frequently leaves the area, when he's never known her to do so? Why does she describe a childhood memory and then immediately forget it?
I wasn't quite expecting the turn the story took, from the description, but it was definitely an interesting way to twist the expectations from the cover and description. There's more sci-fi lurking under the hood than I'd expected, though it builds up toward that point pretty well.
Apparently this was originally written for Audible and recorded with a full cast, which I think might be a better way to experience it (or at least some of the dialogue-heavy sections). If you're looking for a sci-fi romance to listen to, it sounds like it'd be fun -- and the story itself is definitely fun. I didn't expect to find myself reading non-stop for just over an hour to read it in one go, but whomp! It happened....more
The Murder of a Quack is another murder mystery in much the same vein as Bellairs’ others: for all that Inspector Littlejohn is chasing murderers, theThe Murder of a Quack is another murder mystery in much the same vein as Bellairs’ others: for all that Inspector Littlejohn is chasing murderers, there’s something gentle about the whole thing. I suppose it’s the tenderness and affection with which Bellairs draws some of the characters, even as he makes them funny. The feud between the two oldest men in the village, the village bobby and his squeaky shoes, the foibles of the postmistress and her love of France and all things French… There are some more ugly characters, of course, but even those show glimmers of humanity.
In this particular instalment, Scotland Yard in the shape of Inspector Littlejohn is called in to investigate the death of a local bonesetter, highly respected by most of his community, though hated by the local properly qualified doctor for being trusted and preferred when it comes to minor ailments by most of the villagers. Though he’s a “quack”, that mostly refers to his lack of official qualifications: the story makes it very clear he was an experienced and careful healer, and worthy of trust. Littlejohn has to really poke around to get hold of the murderer in this case, but once he finds the right thread and gives it a good pull, his conscientious work pays off, as always.
Littlejohn isn’t a flashy detective, but that makes him the more enjoyable in a quiet, methodical way. Bellairs’ books lack the drama of some of the other Golden Age writers, but I think more highly of his warmth and ability to draw characters with each book. And this one even made me laugh a few times!...more
George Bellairs is one of the writers in the British Library Crime Classics series who is reliably entertaining: perhaps not the literary heights of SGeorge Bellairs is one of the writers in the British Library Crime Classics series who is reliably entertaining: perhaps not the literary heights of Sayers’ best, or the memorable twists of Christie’s work, but solid and enjoyable, rooted in places and people that feel familiar. It’s well-worn without being tired; the literary equivalent of a duvet day.
This particular mystery features the discovery, over the Christmas season, of the body of a murdered man… a man who was himself suspected of being a murderer twenty years before. Obviously his discovery — just metres from where they found the body of the man he was alleged to have killed — sheds new light on the old mystery, and requires that murder too to be investigated again. Inspector Littlejohn is just spending Christmas away from his usual beat, but he agrees to help investigate, being a Scotland Yard man.
Through patient work and a little insight into human nature, and his willingness to depend on local knowledge rather than think himself above, he… well, it’s a Golden Age mystery, so you won’t be surprised to know that the killer is found, and all is made comfortable again. The killer became obvious to me fairly quickly, and the twist in the tale as well, but I enjoyed the journey nonetheless. Bellairs may not be a particularly fine prose stylist, but he evokes the village and the people within it beautifully. Mrs Myles is rather good, and the Inspector Emeritus as well. Not stunningly original, perhaps, but there’s enough of their speech patterns and gestures and thoughts that they feel just real enough.
Received to review via Netgalley; release date 7th July 2020
Of Dragons, Feasts and Murders is set in Aliette de Bodard’s Dominion of the Fallen univerReceived to review via Netgalley; release date 7th July 2020
Of Dragons, Feasts and Murders is set in Aliette de Bodard’s Dominion of the Fallen universe, but it’s really apart from the main plot (at least as far as the first two books go — I haven’t read the third, yet). It’s a standalone, so you don’t need to have read the series, but it may enhance things a little bit and crack open the motivations of the main characters a little more. It follows Thuan and Asmodeus, rulers of Hawthorn House, on a visit to Thuan’s family — a dragon court in a Vietnamese style, rather than the post-apocalyptic Paris that the main series focuses on. Thuan is a bookish sweetie; Asmodeus is a sadistic murderer. They love each other very much. Do they trust each other? Rather less.
It’s a rather fascinating pairing, as it happens: they have very different outlooks, and different motivations — their interests and their aims don’t always align. It makes for an interesting tension between the two and within the story, which involves a murder at court which Thuan must unravel, to prevent his dynasty from being unseated from the throne.
I found it all really enjoyable, particularly in the exploration of the balance and tension between them. For me, as someone who has read part of the main series, it’s also an opportunity to see a bit more of the world, but I don’t think that’s a requirement. The traditional mystery of the dead body itself isn’t much of one, really; the question is not so much whodunnit, or even howdunnit or whydunnit, but a question of how Thuan will use it to unpick the greater issue of the attack on his family.
And let’s face it, there are just some really great lines. I love Asmodeus as a “sweet, murderous delight”, in particular....more
I've started trying out Storygraph, and one of the main features that drew me in was the ability to search for a book recommendation based on various I've started trying out Storygraph, and one of the main features that drew me in was the ability to search for a book recommendation based on various inputs: not just genre, but pace, mood and length as well. So I thought I'd give it a try and buy one of the books it recommended -- and thus, Annabel Scheme, "perfect for people who like Sherlock Holmes, Douglas Adams, ghosts and/or the internet".
Annabel Scheme is a detective in a cyberpunk/horror landscape, with all kinds of weird and wonderful details. Hu is her assistant, an ex-Grail (think Google) server that just really wants to help and be a good sidekick. The story opens with a client, as this sort of story has to: a man wants to know what the heck is happening when new tracks of himself and his dead girlfriend are suddenly appearing across the internet, and he thinks Annabel Scheme can answer.
That mystery itself gets wrapped up very quickly, and obviously reveals itself as a portal into a larger story, which was... a little too tenuously connected, for my taste. It felt like the story fell into parts, and that was just a bit too much of a separate story.
Overall, though, it's pretty entertaining: the Holmesian pastiche is there, but it's not too much of a copy/paste of Holmes canon, style of character; though I can see what the comparison to Douglas Adams is there for, that's not really the vibe I got. Ghosts, well, there are kind of some ghosts, but I didn't really feel that was the key thing... In the end, the more I think about it the more it crumbles, I'm finding: there are loose ends and things that I didn't quite get -- but it was a fun enough read for the less-than-an-hour I spent on it. Score one for Storygraph....more
Lorac starts this book by setting the scene, with a young doctor and his wife moving to an idyllic little village on the moor, self-contained and insuLorac starts this book by setting the scene, with a young doctor and his wife moving to an idyllic little village on the moor, self-contained and insular. They're quickly accepted because of the doctor's skills, of course, but there's a little friction with a staple of the place: Sister Monica, a rather severe woman who rules over a little children's home with an iron fist. Everyone says she's "wonderful", and yet there's something forced about the superlative.
Since it's a Golden Age crime novel, no surprises that Sister Monica is the one found dead, and that it unravels a whole snarl of issues in the little village. Lorac's series detective, Macdonald, comes in to take a look -- understanding the ways of a small village, but not bound by then, and able to cut some of the knots with plain-speaking and an inability to be rattled.
As always, Lorac is great with a sense of atmosphere: you can practically hear the sounds of the village, smell the scrubbed barren children's home, feel the spray of the water in the mill race. The killer was the person I guessed, but Lorac avoided tying things up in too neat a bow: there are a couple of questions unresolved, and there's no "sit all the culprits together in a room" moment. You do get a sense for how her detective works and how she likes to shape a mystery, after reading a few of her books -- there are commonalities between this and her other books that felt a bit fresher the first time you read them.
Overall, though, Lorac's ability to portray a place and a bunch of complicated characters remains a big draw, and I think her books are among the finer ones in the British Library Crime Classics collection (contrast Bude, for example, who I find entertaining but unremarkable as far as style goes)....more
The Sussex Downs Murder is the third book I've read by John Bude from the British Library Crime Classics series, featuring the same detective as the pThe Sussex Downs Murder is the third book I've read by John Bude from the British Library Crime Classics series, featuring the same detective as the previous two. Meredith is a policeman, and much of the story involves careful police work: cross-checking, putting a man on this and a man on that, and slowly amassing more evidence -- so much that at first it's hard to sort out what's relevant and what isn't, and which of the herrings are a suspiciously ruddy colour.
Bude's writing is like that: methodical, thorough, a little slow, but ultimately assembling a pretty fascinating picture, with some nice set-pieces along the way. I don't visualise things easily, but Bude brought to life the chalky cliff and the grassy downs of the setting, as his characters walk through them -- a sketch, perhaps, but one that suggests just enough to contextualise what the artist wants to show.
I'll admit that I find John Bude's plots a trifle obvious, though Martin Edwards' introductions don't always help with that. He dropped a clue that raised my eyebrow right at the start, so I figured out where we were going. Still, I didn't know quite how we'd get there, and with Golden Age crime fiction that's usually the main thing.
In all, it's a solid story, I didn't spot any major holes, and it has its moments for characterisation, setting and humour. Not perhaps the best of the series, but an enjoyable specimen of the species....more
It’s been ages since I first read this book, but the series has always stuck in my mind — not least because it is the only series that both my parentsIt’s been ages since I first read this book, but the series has always stuck in my mind — not least because it is the only series that both my parents have ever recommended to me. So after someone mentioned reading them on Pillowfort, I ended up grabbing the ebooks via the library (though none of the libraries I’m a member of has the full series, ugh) and settling down to a reread of the first one. I think I’ve read the second one too, but that might be where I stopped.
In any case, the Brother Cadfael books are mysterious whose main character is a Benedictine monk with a rather colourful past. Content now in the cloister, Cadfael nonetheless manages to get himself taken along to Wales on a small matter of stealing a local saint for the greater glory of the monastery. He’s Welsh, so he’s useful as an interpreter — and he understands the people and the passions stirred up by the Benedictine delegation. He has faith, but a cynical eye, and he doesn’t for a moment accept that gentle Saint Winifred is behind the dastardly murder of a local landowner.
It’s a fun little mystery; the characters are mostly more types than fully drawn people, but with a touch of Cadfael’s cynical view of them to enliven things. The genuinely pious but deeply ambitious Prior is well-done; we don’t see into his heart directly, but his actions and words lay him bare. Likewise, there’s something rather touching about Peredur and his thwarted passion for Sioned.
I do enjoy the setting in Wales, and the us-vs-them mentality that’s so quickly sketched out. It’s carefully dealt with, despite the temptation to put them at each others’ throats; there’s respect and a will to work together, alongside the misunderstandings and stiff-necked pride.
It all wraps up nicely — very nicely and conveniently, but in a way that’s enjoyable because it’s poetic justice — and Cadfael settles back into the status quo, napping through meetings and tending to his garden. Until the next mystery, that is....more
This British Library Crime Classic is from later in the development of the genre than some others, with half the book consisting of the rambling storyThis British Library Crime Classic is from later in the development of the genre than some others, with half the book consisting of the rambling story a man tells to a psychologist after being accused of a murder he can’t remember committing. It’s powerfully cringy, as you can see the narrator deluding himself, and pitiful too, because he’s half-aware of himself, and there’s (as someone later remarks) a sort of innocence about him. He seems to have ended up where he is by accident, and without quite understanding, and his mind seems to be gently unravelling… even though now and then he shows insight.
As a piece of writing, it’s excellent; it makes for discomforting reading.
The latter half of the book pulls back, finally admitting just who has been killed (it was one of the two characters I would’ve predicted), and showing the preparations for the trial (and finally the trial itself). This bit is more of a sketch, lingering on details here and there… but mostly just wrapping up the story implied by the opening narrative, which I found a lot stronger.
The ending is sort of predictable once you’ve seen all those details. It makes sense that the story needs wrapping up — you can’t leave that narrative on its own — and yet it all rather weakens and cheapens the effect. A bit of a mixed one for me, now I think about it in that light. Definitely worth a read if you’re interested in the Crime Classics series, though; this is definitely a stand-out for that narrative voice....more
I knew what I was getting into with a K.J. Charles story, of course. Men being stupid at each other, probably a bodycount, good snark and a handful ofI knew what I was getting into with a K.J. Charles story, of course. Men being stupid at each other, probably a bodycount, good snark and a handful of sex scenes. That makes it sound formulaic, but it really isn't -- with each new story you're meeting new and distinct characters, with their own reasons for taking their time or falling right into bed. In this book, we meet Archie Curtis and Daniel da Silva: one an ex-military man, still healing from wounds from a terrible accident, and the other an effete poet.
Both of them have been invited to a country house, and they each have ulterior motives for being there. Despite early tension between them, Curtis finds himself learning to appreciate Daniel better -- and of course, their tension morphs into something else. I found myself going from wanting to throw things at Daniel to totally appreciating the developing relationship and wanting Curtis to be better at all this! That said, it isn't really fair: Curtis is always decent, and though he might have some stupid stereotypes in his mind, he's also open to learning better. I do wish we got a little more of Daniel's point of view and how he sees Curtis, though...
There are also some very fun side characters, and I'm excited to meet them in Proper English. So glad I have it on my shelf... but on the other hand, I might save it for when I need a pick-me-up! K.J. Charles' books are always perfect for my fidgety moods when I'm not sure what I want to read: fun stories, interesting characters, and yes, sparks always fly -- and the chemistry is always great....more
I was feeling fidgety, so I decided to read for a book by K.J. Charles I hadn’t read yet. Unfit to Print is a standalone, following Gil Lawless and ViI was feeling fidgety, so I decided to read for a book by K.J. Charles I hadn’t read yet. Unfit to Print is a standalone, following Gil Lawless and Vikram Pandey, the owner of a dirty bookshop and a high-flying lawyer, respectively. They knew one another at school, but have been separated for quite a long time, with Vik believing Gil to be dead. He’s looking for the son of a local Indian family, though, and that takes him to the street where Gil keeps his bookshop… and there they run into one another again.
Gil’s been hurt a lot and is as prickly as a hedgehog, while Vik’s not been interested in anyone since Gil’s disappearance from their boarding school. They quickly fall into their old intimacies, though Gil finds it hard to offer anything other than the physical and Vik finds it hard to take the physical aspect without the feelings getting in the way. At the same time, Gil needs to help Vik find out what happened to the boy he’s looking for, while trying not to get his reputation all smeared up for him…
It’s a lovely little second chance, and I quickly fell for both characters and their silly desperate attempts not to get hurt more when they’re already stumbling along with plenty of hurt to spare from their pasts. Their interaction smoulders as usual — holding hands was never so sexy — and it was a really fun read overall. The mystery aspect was a little bit perfunctory; it felt a bit of a letdown for the answer to be that easy, but it did make sense as well.
All in all, plenty of fun, though not for all the family!...more
