I have had a book on my bedside table for about 2 months, and apart from a couple of challenges requiring certain pages, lines, and words in books currently being read, I haven’t opened it.
Being a bit over-blogged and fed up with Sudoku, I began to read The Night Book by Richard Madeley Sunday night.
He’s been married to Judy Finnigan since 1986 and together they used to present a couple of morning TV programmes.
This is his fourth book and I’ve read nothing by him before. To be honest, the only reason I picked it up was because I needed a third for my fiver and literally nothing else appealed.
To be equally honest, the other two, which I have read, were dire and will be finding their way to the charity shop when I have a full bag of various donations.
Maybe that was why I wasn’t keen to start this one.
Based in the time of the hot summer of 1976 (which I remember so well as I was in a caravan for two weeks with the fiance-ex-husband-to-be) I’ve only read three chapters plus the prologue, and so far it’s held my interest.
The chapters are relatively short, which I like for a night time read and I read some more last night. I’ve got darts tonight but want to finish it asap as I am expecting delivery of two books ordered from Amazon, one by an author I have always liked and the other a debut novel I liked the sound of. I don’t like to leave a book unfinished (unless it is total crap and then I won’t finish it!) before I start another.
Reviews will follow in due course.