Book 52: I’m Thinking of Ending Things by Iain Reid

A confronting title for an unsettling but gripping debut novel from Canadian Iain Reid.

A young woman is driving down a country road one winter’s night with her boyfriend. She’s going to meet his parents for the first time but she has a secret: the relationship’s not working and she’s thinking of ending things. Continue reading “Book 52: I’m Thinking of Ending Things by Iain Reid”

Books 50 & 51: Some Gabriel Garcia Marquez novellas

“The year I turned 90 I wanted to give myself the gift of a night of wild love with an adolescent virgin.”

It’s quite an opening line. One, I suspect, that only a revered, award-winning South American septuagenarian could get away with in our politically correct age. Continue reading “Books 50 & 51: Some Gabriel Garcia Marquez novellas”

Book 49: The Island Will Sink by Briohny Doyle

Australians don’t do science fiction. Perhaps it’s part of the cultural cringe phenomenon: modern Australian authors are all desperately trying to prove how serious and worthy they are, how literary, that they gravitate towards stories of broken marriages, rural poverty and suburban malaise, and don’t dare risk the stigma of genre. Continue reading “Book 49: The Island Will Sink by Briohny Doyle”

Book 48: The Book Thief by Markus Zusak

My wife’s been on me to read this one for years. Probably close to a decade in fact.

As I’ve mentioned elsewhere on this blog, I tend to run a mile from World War 2 novels. I get it: it’s going to be really awful and everyone’s going to die. Especially in a book narrated by Death himself. Continue reading “Book 48: The Book Thief by Markus Zusak”