Imagine you’re reading a book and you slowly begin to realise that the story is about you and events in your life that you’ve hidden for over two decades? How would you cope? Would you want to know how the story ended and would you search for the author?

I Let You Go

The other day I reviewed Clare Donoghue’s brilliant crime novel No Place to Die and declared it to be my favourite book of the year so far. It really was, until the very next book I read. Clare Mackintosh’s amazing I Let You Go is not just my favourite book of this year (so far) but one of the best I’ve read in a very long time…

Little Face

Over the past couple of years I’ve spotted several Sophie Hannah novels that appeal to me but because of that ever-growing list of unread books I’ve been loathe to actually buy any and open myself up to a new author. If I love the first book I read of any author I tend to get a little obsessive…

Before I Go To Sleep

Anyone who knows me well will tell you that I have one very annoying trait. I have a lousy memory. I can have a conversation and agree to do something and five minutes later I’ve forgotten whatever task I was given. If I don’t write things down I don’t remember them…


The Booker Prize has a reputation for only liking serious literary fiction so it was a pleasant surprise to see A.D. Miller’s crime thriller Snowdrops on the shortlist for this year’s prize