Thursday, January 20, 2011
61 Hours of Winter Reading . . .
While travelling, I read Lee Child's 61 Hours, a paperback I'd given Paul for Christmas. While I can sympathize with Tiffany's frustration with this mystery (I know she expressed this somewhere recently, but I can't find that where to link to) in terms of its emphasis on plot and logistics, I'm enough of a Jack Reacher fan not to mind. That said, there seemed to be more technical detail, more stage-setting, to work through at the front end, before one was well and truly hooked, so I could see readers new to the series not bothering to persevere. For those whodo, though, especially those that know Reacher, his relationship with an old woman he helps guard is interesting for the way she challenges some of the truths about himself and his life that he holds to be evident. I wonder if Tiffany will agree that the same old woman could happily inhabit the pages of one of Kate Atkinson's Jackson Brodie mysteries. . . .
A good book to read in the deep cold of winter -- it will let you know how much colder it is elsewhere, and as you pull the blanket tighter, you'll be glad you're inside, by the fire, reading . . .