The first weekend of the year has been action-packed and beyond hectic. My weekends are anyway usually full with horse-riding classes for Piglet and art classes for Snubnose. And now I have added an activity for Coco as well.
Here is a very, very late post on the five best books I read in 2016. This is a post I’ve been sitting on for the past couple of weeks. The reason being I wanted to make a top ten post (which is what I usually do). But 2016 was mainly a year of a lot of escapist reading, and while I enjoyed quite a few of them (Cassandra Clare, Robert Galbraith, a ton of Indian fiction), I didn’t really feel that they were that great enough to be on a top ten list.
And so, here’s a top five. But the books mentioned here, I loved, as in I really, really loved, and would read again in a heartbeat.
It’s been a long time since I did a Mailbox Monday post. Sadly, I have not been accepting too many review copies of late. I’ve been enjoying my own reads, and accepting less review copies meant that I could focus more on reading the books I have long wanted to read, and also be able to read them at my pace without worrying about a blogging schedule.
But once in a while, a tempting enough book comes along my way, and then it’s a slippery slope to accepting a whole bunch of other books.
I never wanted to read this book for the longest time. From all the descriptions and reviews I read online, it seemed like another The Book Thief – a book I loved, but I didn’t particularly want to read another book about children in World War 2.
I eventually caved in and got this book because all the reviews were just too glowing to ignore any longer.
I am on a roll right here. Two Man Booker prize-winning novels in a row. That usually never happens. Usually award winning books are such powerful experiences, that I need to take a break to clean up my mind a bit.
But Bring up the Bodies hardly feels like a Booker prize winner. It’s fast-paced, taut, and has a very tense quality in it, which is very surprising for a historical novel.
And yes, the language is out of the mind beautiful. But Mantel is not an author in love with her writing. At no point does the wonderful writing overshadow the story.