Books of the Week

I’m a Stranger Here Myself – Bill Bryson. Quite Excellent. Written by an American when he returns after living for 20 years in Britain. His insights and comments are sharp and humourous and I often have cause to agree with him (as in the astonishing use of cars and fat people). The only annoyance is that it is a compliation of a long series of weekly articles and not suitable for sitting down and reading for hours at a time.

Hula Done It? By Maddy Hunter. Funny little mystery novel. Quirky enough to be entertaining but the ending is perhaps a bit too contrived. Still, there are worse ways to spend 200 pages - like a contradicting self-help novel that appeals to God a lot. I give it three stars. Not the greatest, but lots of potential. I'll be sure to check out her other books.

Without Feathers by Woody Allen. Teehee. Oh Woody Allen, you devil. Enjoy!

Dangerous to Know by Margaret Yorke. Quite a depressing novel that accurately sketches mean, controlling people and the people who fall victim to them. It was less a murder mystery than an unravelling of the story. The main evil in the story ends up dead, and you wish only the best for the oppressed victims at the end. It is well executed, but not well loved. If you can withstand battered women and self-blaming victims without wanting to cry, there is a lot to gain from this book.