Watching What I’m Reading

Eleven days into lockdown, and I know that I am the odd one out here, but I am still loving it, except for not being able to see my son and grandson. Most of those little jobs around the house that kept getting put off due to lack of time are getting done. My fruit is getting preserved, vegetables frozen down. And our cat, Miss Tiggywinkle Twinklebum,loves having us home. 🐈

I have just finished the absolutely brilliant, captivating, riveting and slightly creepy Magpie Lane by Lucy Atkins. You can expect my review for this 5-star read tomorrow.


I will be starting One of Us is Lying by Shalini Boland later this afternoon.


I have read a couple of other books by this author and really enjoyed them.

I am almost finished listening to B is for Burglar by Sue Grafton. I have read these randomly over the years, but following the recent death of the author, I have decided to start from the beginning and work my way through, reading one or two titles a year.


This week I am planning on reading Buried Deep by Susan Wilkins


Megan has to climb round and step across the body to get a proper view. What’s left is like a chalk white mask in the rough shape of a face. The innocence is still there, and a hint of the cheekiness. But perhaps she is imagining that.

Detective Megan Thomas moved to Devon for a fresh start, after years spent undercover. She’s staying with her sister and swimming in the sea daily, battling the tides and letting the waves wash her past away. But she can’t outrun everything.

On her first day back, she’s called to a murder. The body lies deep in an underground bunker, and when Megan forces herself to look, it triggers a panic attack. As her heart races and her breathing stalls, she realises she’s not sure if she can go back to life in a regular crime unit. Her memories are too powerful to be buried – maybe too powerful to let her do her job.

But when another body is found on the stretch of beach where she swims every day, Megan remembers why she joined the force, and what she’s fighting for. The victim came to the police for help, and Megan knows they failed her. She won’t rest until she gets answers. But how can she find justice for others, when she’s no longer sure of herself?

and River of Lies by R.M.Greenaway


February is the month of romance, but in North Vancouver it’s also become the month of murder. While the North Shore RCMP slog through the rain in the search for whoever left a young woman to die in the Riverside Secondary School parking lot — their first clue a Valentine’s Day card — a toddler mysteriously vanishes from a Riverside Drive home in the midst of a dinner party.

With Constable JD Temple’s full attention on the parking lot murder, Constables Dave Leith and Cal Dion work the kidnap … until a tenuous connection is made between the two cases, along with the thinnest ray of hope that the child could be alive and well in the hands of a childless couple.

But when more tragedy rains down on the North Shore, lies must be unveiled before the ugly truth can emerge.

This week I have 5 new ARCS from NetGalley – The Museum of Forgotten Memories by Anstey Harris


Little Disasters by Sarah Vaughan


Three Single Wives by Gina LaManna


The Stepdaughter by Debbie Howells


and finally, The Best of Friends by Lucinda Berry


Be kind to yourselves, my friends. Stay positive. Stay home. Stay safe and stay healthy.


Strangers by C.L. Taylor


EXCERPT: Alice Fletcher has never seen a dead body before. She always imagined they’d look peaceful: their skin slackened, their muscles softened and their mouths settled, not into a smile exactly, but a loose, contented line. Alice Fletcher was wrong. The body lying motionless at her feet looks nothing like the soothing mental images she’s been carrying around with her for the last forty-six years; the mouth is open, the jaw is hinged into a silent scream and the glassy, lifeless eyes are staring into the distance, somewhere beyond the toes of her sensible court shoes.

ABOUT THIS BOOK: Ursula, Gareth and Alice have never met before.

Ursula thinks she killed the love of her life.
Gareth’s been receiving strange postcards.
And Alice is being stalked.

None of them are used to relying on others – but when the three strangers’ lives unexpectedly collide, there’s only one thing for it: they have to stick together. Otherwise, one of them will die.

Three strangers, two secrets, one terrifying evening.

MY THOUGHTS: This is essentially a novel about loneliness.

Alice’s husband has left her for another woman, not even a younger, prettier, sexier woman, just another woman. Ursula’s husband is dead. She could perhaps have saved him had she stayed and fought beside him instead of running for help, but she will never know. Gareth wanted to be a policeman, but failed, and now spends his days on security in a shopping mall, his evenings with his mother who suffers from dementia.

All three are lonely. But there is a tenuous connection between all three. Alice is manager of a clothing store in the mall where Gareth is a security officer, and Ursula frequently shoplifts from Alice’s store. But none of that really has anything to do with this story. Except for the loneliness…

So, we have three separate stories and, for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out how the three were going to connect, until they did. Very late in the book. And then it was game on!

Even the secondary characters have interesting stories and hidden depths. Very hidden depths in a couple of instances. Just wait until you find out what Larry is going to do with his retirement!

Strangers by C.L. Taylor is one of those books where you’re reading along thinking, ‘Yeah, good read, but not great,’ and, ‘Hell, we’re getting awfully close to the end and nothing’s happening to change my mind. 3 stars. 3 stars….🤯’ It happens THAT fast!

‘What happens?’ you ask. Not telling. Read this for yourself.


#Strangers #NetGalley

THE AUTHOR: C.L. Taylor lives in Bristol with her partner and young son. She is a five times Sunday Times bestseller and her books have hit the number one spots on Amazon, Kobo, Audible, iBooks and Google Play. Cally has a degree in Psychology, with particular interest in abnormal and criminal Psychology.

DISCLOSURE: Thank you to Avon Books UK via NetGalley for providing a digital ARC of Strangers by C.L. Taylor for review. All opinions expressed in this review are entirely my own personal opinions.

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Problem Child by Victoria Helen Stone


EXCERPT: My very first memory is being alone and scared at night when I was three or four. Lightning and thunder and wind knocking trash against the thin walls of our house. My brother was nine and already a bully. He told me our parents were never coming home and he was going to sell me to a man he met that day for fifty dollars. ‘I got him up from twenty,’ he sneered.

Nobody cared about us. We were the white trash of the neighbourhood, and family matters weren’t anyone else’s business in this part of the country. It’s not like we were being beaten half to shit, and plenty of kids my brother’s age were cooking and cleaning for younger siblings.

I wasn’t dying. I wasn’t even starving, really. I was just terrified and bereft. No call to involve the authorities in that.

That was back when I still felt fear. When I still cried. When I still needed love and safety. I can almost remember what that felt like, but not really. It’s more like watching a movie of some pitiful little stranger.

I hate to remember that I used to need these people. They disgust me now, and that weak little girl disgusts me too.

ABOUT THIS BOOK: She’s cold, calculating, and can deceive with a smile. Jane Doe is back in the Amazon Charts bestselling series – and this time she’s met her match.

After a brutal childhood, Jane Doe has been permanently wired to look after herself and only herself. Now, looking next to normal, Jane has a lover and a job. But she hasn’t lost her edge. It sharpens when she hears from her estranged family.

Jane’s deeply troubled sixteen-year-old niece, Kayla, has vanished, and no one seems to care. Neither does Jane. Until she sees a picture of Kayla and recognizes herself in the young girl’s eyes. It’s the empty stare of a sociopath.

Jane knows what vengeful and desperate things Kayla is capable of. Only Jane can help her – by being drawn into Kayla’s dark world. And no one’s more aware than Jane just how dangerous that can be.

MY THOUGHTS: I am glad to see Jane back. I enjoyed this, my second encounter with her. You really don’t want to piss Jane off….just ask Rob.

There are no shades of grey in Jane’s life. She doesn’t care. If you get in her way she will deal to you in the most fitting way she can think of. Usually one that makes her look good. She has her own sense and form of justice. I like her. I like her reasoning.

I’m sure that she’s not meant to be funny, but at times she is. I laughed often during this read. Mostly at the justice she dealt out. And her one liners. And the lengths she will go to to get what she wants.

And now there’s a ‘mini-me’ in her life. I can’t wait to see where that scenario is going to take us. She has shocked Jane, and that is not easy to do. I think we have something special to look forward to.


#ProblemChild #NetGalley

THE AUTHOR: Victoria Helen Stone is the nom de plume for USA Today bestselling author Victoria Dahl. After publishing more than twenty-five novels, she has taken a turn toward the darker side of genre fiction. Born and educated in the Midwest, she finished her first manuscript just after college. In 2016, the American Library Association awarded her the prestigious Reading List Award for outstanding genre fiction. Having escaped the plains of her youth, she now resides with her family in a small town high in the Rocky Mountains, where she enjoys hiking, snowshoeing, and not skiing (too dangerous).

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She Has A Broken Thing Where Her Heart Should Be by J.D. Barker


EXCERPT: Pittsburgh had a lot of cemeteries. This particular one, All Saints Hollow, was one of the largest.

The mausoleums.

I didn’t much like the mausoleums.

When we drove by a cemetery, Auntie Jo said you’re always supposed to hold your breath to keep the spirits of the dead from finding you. I’m not sure why this rule didn’t apply when you were actually in the cemetery, but if it applied anywhere, it would be at the mausoleums. The air was still here. I pictured the dead peeking out from the cracks in the stone, bony hands ready to reach out and snatch unsuspecting little boys, pulling us into those squat structures, never to be seen again.

ABOUT THIS BOOK: After the loss of his parents, young Jack Thatch first met Stella as a child—this cryptic little girl of eight with dark hair and darker eyes, sitting alone on a bench in the cemetery clutching her favorite book. Gone moments later, the brief encounter would spark an obsession. She’d creep into his thoughts, his every waking moment, until he finally finds her again exactly one year later, sitting upon the same bench, only to disappear again soon after.

The body of a man found in an alley, every inch of his flesh horribly burned, yet his clothing completely untouched. For Detective Faustino Brier, this wasn’t the first, and he knew it wouldn’t be the last. It was no different from the others. He’d find another just like it one year from today. August 9, to be exact.

Isolated and locked away from the world in a shadowy lab, a little boy known only as Subject “D” waits, grows, learns. He’s permitted to speak to no one. He has never known the touch of another. Harboring a power so horrific, those in control will never allow him beyond their walls.

All of them linked in ways unimaginable.

MY THOUGHTS: When I read the promotional blurb for this book, ‘SHE HAS A BROKEN THING WHERE HER HEART SHOULD BE conjures thoughts of early King and Koontz. A heart-pounding ride that creeps under your skin and will have you turning pages long into the night.’, I thought ‘Yeah, right.’ I had not been having a good run with my reading. Nothing seemed to satisfy me. But this did.

I was consumed by it. I woke in the early hours of the morning after dreaming of Jack and Stella, and cemeteries, and read through the remainder of the night until it was finished with me.

And the blurb is right. She Has A Broken Thing Where Her Heart Should Be, is reminiscent of early King and Koontz. ‘As the older woman turned, as she spun around, the wind caught the edge of her coat and I saw something beneath it, an image that is still as clear as day in my mind; the barrel of a shotgun resting against her leg.’ …. ‘The Gunslinger’ was the first thing I thought of. But it is also so much more…there really is nothing to compare this to. It is in a class of its own.

Yes, this is horror, but it is plausible. Do we know what trials/medical experiments are/were being carried out? No, we only know what we are told. And as my favourite uncle was fond of saying, believe nothing of what you hear, and only half of what you see.

Although the main theme is horror, there’s more. Barker writes with a tongue in cheek humour-
‘What don’t you do while I’m gone?’
‘Open the door.’
‘Except for the pizza guy.’
‘Except for the pizza guy.’…..’What if the pizza guy is an axe wielding murderer and he wants to chop me into little pieces?’
‘Well then, don’t tip him.’

There is romance, and coming to grips with the reality of life and death, and adventure and heartbreak and action all wrapped into one package. And it works, brilliantly. I have in the past, and very recently, criticised authors for trying to pack too many genres into their work, of trying to be too many things to their readers. Barker proves that it can be done, and very successfully.

There are a lot of characters in this book, and yet it is surprisingly easy to keep track of them. Some of them are very ordinary, some are strange, and others just downright weird. All have depth and all, strangely, feel very real.

This book is eerie, and weird. It is enthralling and compelling. It will stay with me for a long time. I will especially remember it whenever I see a white SUV. This is a book that is going on my favourites shelf, and one that will be reread.


‘The light of morning reached through my window and tried to grab me under my mound of blankets.’

‘She wore her uniform like a hanger with feet.’

‘Potential parents paraded through in search of a good find, not unlike bargain shoppers at a yard sale.’

‘You don’t answer any of my questions.’…..’Maybe you should stop asking questions.’

And one quote that I think is particularly pertinent right now:’Of all things, I believe I’ll miss the night sky the most. The absolute vastness of it, the unknown. While we’re down here, fighting our pesky little battles, we’re really just a little speck on the shoe of the universe. Any problem life may present seems so small, so insignificant, when you simply look up and realise your true place in all things.’

THE AUTHOR: J.D. Barker is the international best-selling author of numerous novels, including DRACUL and THE FOURTH MONKEY. He is currently collaborating with James Patterson. His novels have been translated into two dozen languages and optioned for both film and television. Barker resides in coastal New Hampshire with his wife, Dayna, and their daughter, Ember.

A note from J.D.
As a child I was always told the dark could not hurt me, that the shadows creeping in the corners of my room were nothing more than just that, shadows. The sounds nothing more than the settling of our old home, creaking as it found comfort in the earth only to move again when it became restless, if ever so slightly. I would never sleep without closing the closet door, oh no; the door had to be shut tight. The darkness lurking inside needed to be held at bay, the whispers silenced. Rest would only come after I checked under the bed at least twice and quickly wrapped myself in the safety of the sheets (which no monster could penetrate), pulling them tight over my head.

I would never go down to the basement.


I had seen enough movies to know better, I had read enough stories to know what happens to little boys who wandered off into dark, dismal places alone. And there were stories, so many stories.

Reading was my sanctuary, a place where I could disappear for hours at a time, lost in the pages of a good book. It didn’t take long before I felt the urge to create my own.

I first began to write as a child, spinning tales of ghosts and gremlins, mystical places and people. For most of us, that’s where it begins—as children we have such wonderful imaginations, some of us have simply found it hard to grow up. I’ve spent countless hours trying to explain to friends and family why I enjoy it, why I would rather lock myself in a quiet little room and put pen to paper for hours at a time than throw around a baseball or simply watch television. Don’t get me wrong, sometimes I want to do just that, sometimes I wish for it, but even then the need to write is always there in the back of my mind, the characters are impatiently tapping their feet, waiting their turn, wanting to be heard. I wake in the middle of the night and reach for the pad beside my bed, sometimes scrawling page after page of their words, their lives. Then they’re quiet, if only for a little while. To stop would mean madness, or even worse—the calm, numbing sanity I see in others as they slip through the day without purpose. They don’t know what it’s like, they don’t understand. Something as simple as a pencil can open the door to a new world, can create life or experience death. Writing can take you to places you’ve never been, introduce you to people you’ve never met, take you back to when you first saw those shadows in your room, when you first heard the sounds mumbling ever so softly from your closet, and it can show you what uttered them. It can scare the hell out of you, and that’s when you know it’s good.

DISCLOSURE: Thank you to Hampton Creek Press (IBPA) via NetGalley for providing a digital ARC of She Has A Broken Thing Where Her Heart Should Be by J.D. Barker. All opinions expressed in this review are entirely my own personal opinions.

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The Zig Zag Girl by Elly Griffiths


EXCERPT: ‘Looks as if someone’s sliced her into three,’ said Solomon Carter, the police surgeon, chattily. ‘We’re just missing the middle bit.’

I must not be sick, thought Edgar Stephens. That’s what he wants. Stay calm and professional at all times. You’re the policeman after all.

He looked down at the shape on the mortuary table. You couldn’t really call it a body, he thought, almost dispassionately. It was more like one of those classical statues, head and shoulders only, hacked through just above the breasts. The beauty of the face and the flowing blonde hair only heightened the sense of unreality. He could be looking at a model head in a milliner’s shop. Apart from the clotting blood and decaying flesh, that is. Despite himself he felt his stomach heave.

ABOUT THIS BOOK: Brighton, 1950.

When the body of a girl is found, cut into three, Detective Inspector Edgar Stephens is reminded of a magic trick, the Zig Zag Girl.

The inventor of the trick, Max Mephisto, is an old friend of Edgar’s. They served together in the war as part of a shadowy unit called the Magic Men.

Max is still on the circuit, touring seaside towns in the company of ventriloquists, sword-swallowers and dancing girls. Changing times mean that variety is not what it once was, yet Max is reluctant to leave this world to help Edgar investigate. But when the dead girl turns out to be known to him, Max changes his mind.

Another death, another magic trick: Edgar and Max become convinced that the answer to the murders lies in their army days. When Edgar receives a letter warning of another ‘trick’, the Wolf Trap, he knows that they are all in danger…

MY THOUGHTS: This is the first in the Stephens and Mephisto Mystery series by the author of the Ruth Galloway series, Elly Griffiths. I have previously read two other of the (currently) five books in the series. I am reading the entire series, in order, this year.

As with all Griffiths writing, the atmosphere is incredibly authentic. Brighton Pier in all its gaudy glory, variety show theatre, the seedy boarding houses and blowsy landladies are all brilliantly portrayed. The reader wanders amongst them, fingers sticky from candy floss, eyes agog at the magician’s tricks. Or that’s how it felt to me….

And the mystery – because that’s what we’re all here for, isn’t it? – is a beauty. I had several, and excuse the pun, stabs in the dark as to the identity of the murderer and never came close. In fact, the more I read, the more confounding the mystery became.

The Zig Zag Girl is an excellent start to a wonderful series and comes highly recommended.


THE AUTHOR: Elly Griffiths’ Ruth Galloway novels take for their inspiration Elly’s husband, who gave up a city job to train as an archaeologist, and her aunt who lives on the Norfolk coast and who filled her niece’s head with the myths and legends of that area. Elly has two children and lives near Brighton.

DISCLOSURE: I listened to the audiobook of The Zig Zag Girl by Elly Griffiths, narrated by Daniel Philpott and published by Quercus. All opinions expressed in this review are entirely my own personal opinions.

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Our Little Cruelties by Liz Nugent


EXCERPT: All three of the Drumm brothers were at the funeral, although one of us was in the coffin.

Three is an odd number so there had always been two against one, although we all switched sides regularly. Nobody would ever describe us as close.

As the service began, I became tearful. Without ever realising it, I had inherited my mother’s acting abilities. My living brother and I stood, side by side, at the top of the crematorium while people lied to us about what a brilliant man our brother had been, all the usual meaningless cliches.

His death was sudden. Horrific. The investigation was quick and conclusive. I was not a suspect. I had a sense of freedom and relief I hadn’t felt in quite a while. I didn’t expect that this air of serenity would last. But I thought I would enjoy it while it did.

My surviving brother was unreadable to me. Maybe he was thinking of our brother’s smashed and broken body. Still, even he must have known that this outcome was all for the best.

Daisy sat in the pew behind us. She seemed not only to be aware of her surroundings, fidgeting and whispering to herself. I caught my brother’s eye as her babbling became audible and people began to notice. He reached out and asked her to join us. That reaching out of his hand made me shudder momentarily. She seemed to return to reality and moved to stand between us without any argument. We both attempted to put a proprietal arm around her, but she shrugged us off. We brothers looked at each other. The old rivalry resurfaced.

ABOUT THIS BOOK: Three brothers are at the funeral. One lies in the coffin.

Will, Brian and Luke grow up competing for their mother’s unequal love. As men, the competition continues – for status, money, fame, women …

They each betray each other, over and over, until one of them is dead.

But which brother killed him?

MY THOUGHTS: There is a passage in this book that says ‘…here I was, a millionaire with a hot young girlfriend, the most successful Irish film producer of all time with every material possession one could want within my grasp, crying and whining like a child.’ that, for me, sums up what I managed to read of this book. I dnfed at 42%, unable to stand the infantile rivalry and whining any longer.

If I had wanted to listen to three grown men bitch, whine, play oneupmanship and fight, I would have invited my own three brothers to visit.

None of the characters are at all likeable. And the plot was slow and, sorry to say this, boring. The story is told from the pov of William (hates to be called Willy), the eldest brother and one of the most narcissistic characters I have encountered in a long time. The thing that really annoyed me was the constant chopping and changing, with no apparent logic, between timelines.

I know I am alone in my one star rating, but I honestly could not bear to read one more word.

Reading is a personal and subjective experience, and what appeals to one may not please another. So if you enjoyed the excerpt from Our Little Cruelties, and the plot outline appeals, please do go ahead and read it.


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THE AUTHOR: Liz Nugent worked as a stage manager in theatres in Ireland and toured internationally before writing extensively for radio and television drama.

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Dear Wife by Kimberly Belle


EXCERPT: I hit my blinker and merge onto the Muskogee Turnpike, and for the first time in seven long years, I take a breath. A real, full-body breath that blows up my lungs like a beach ball. So much breath that it burns.

It tastes like freedom.

Four hours on the road, two hundred and eighty-three miles of space between us, and it’s nowhere near enough. I still hear the clink of your keys when you toss them on the table, still tense at the thud of your shoes when you come closer to the kitchen. Still feel the fear slithering, snake-like, just under the surface of my skin.

You have three moods lately: offensive, enraged or violent. That moment when you come around that corner and I see which one it is always inches bile up my throat. It’s the worst part of my day.

I tell myself, no more. No more tiptoeing around your temper, no more dodging your blows.

Those days, like Arkansas, are in my rearview mirror.

ABOUT THIS BOOK: Beth Murphy is on the run…

For nearly a year, Beth has been planning for this day. A day some people might call any other Wednesday, but Beth prefers to see it as her new beginning–one with a new look, new name and new city. Beth has given her plan significant thought, because one small slip and her violent husband will find her.

Sabine Hardison is missing…

A couple hundred miles away, Jeffrey returns home from a work trip to find his wife, Sabine, is missing. Wherever she is, she’s taken almost nothing with her. Her abandoned car is the only evidence the police have, and all signs point to foul play.

As the police search for leads, the case becomes more and more convoluted. Sabine’s carefully laid plans for her future indicate trouble at home, and a husband who would be better off with her gone. The detective on the case will stop at nothing to find out what happened and bring this missing woman home. Where is Sabine? And who is Beth? The only thing that’s certain is that someone is lying and the truth won’t stay buried for long.

MY THOUGHTS: To all my bookworm friends: why did no one tell me about this author? Why didn’t anyone say, ‘Sandy, you HAVE to read this….?’ Huh? You left me out in the cold! Shame on you.

I read Dear Wife by Kimberly Belle in one sitting, a knot of excitement? apprehension? sitting low in my belly. An hour after finishing, I am still trying to get my breathing under control.

This is a superb book. There is a palpable air of menace, but there is also something darker lurking underneath that flipped me upside down when it was revealed. Yes, I thought I knew, I thought I had it all figured. I was smug in my certainty, and yet I still felt that frisson of excitement, of apprehension, of danger. ‘Good writer,’ I thought. Only, I didn’t realise just how good.

The story is told from three points of view: Beth Murphy, on the run from an abusive husband; Jeffrey, husband of missing realtor, Sabine; and Marcus, dedicated family man and cop in charge of investigating Sabine’s missing persons case. The chapters are short and to the point, the pace relentless.

If you are going to pick this book up, and you should, clear the rest of your day, because once you start reading, you won’t want to put this down.

Compelling, suspenseful, twisty and dark. I loved this! I will be reading everything this author has written.


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THE AUTHOR: Kimberly Belle is the USA Today and internationally bestselling author of six novels, including her forthcoming domestic suspense, Stranger in the Lake (June 2020). Her third novel, The Marriage Lie, was a semifinalist in the 2017 Goodreads Choice Awards for Best Mystery & Thriller, and a #1 e-book bestseller in the UK and Italy. She’s sold rights to her books in a dozen languages as well as film and television options. A graduate of Agnes Scott College, Belle divides her time between Atlanta and Amsterdam.

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