A mysterious archive. A powerful enemy. And a cunning plan.
Danger is part of the day job for a Librarian spy. So Irene’s hoping for a relaxing weekend. However, her jaunt to Guernsey proves no such thing. Instead of retrieving a rare book, she’s almost assassinated, Kai is poisoned and Vale barely escapes with his life. Then the attacks continue in London – targeting those connected with the Fae-dragon peace treaty.
Irene knows she must stop the plot before the treaty fails. Or someone dies. But when Irene and friends are trapped underground, in a secret archive, things don’t look so good. Then an old enemy demands vengeance, and a shocking secret is revealed. Can Irene really seize victory from chaos?
The Dark Archive sees the welcome return of our favourite librarian spy, her dragon companion and the great detective. Oh, and a new Fae apprentice. It’s book seven in the series, so regular readers know what they’re letting themselves in for – adventure, hijinks, magical libraries (the best kind) and a spot of peril.
Oh, so much peril.
Shouts came from behind them. Irene knew that symphony; it started with There they are and continued on to Stop them, with occasional gunshot obbligato.
If you’ve not come across these books before, book seven is probably the wrong place to start (ok, it’s definitely the wrong place to start) as there’s a lot going on here which requires the reader to be up to speed on the current state of play.
But you’ve read all the others, haven’t you? (if not, why on earth not? Get thee to a bookshop/library if you can).
Still here? Right. The action starts with Irene and Vale off to get their hands on a rare book (of course). This does not go smoothly, and someone tries (unsuccessfully, thank goodness) to blow them up. The game, as another famous detective would say, is afoot.
Reader, as you may have guessed, I’m a huge fan of these books. And gladly spent a couple of hours in the company of the gang as they face a variety of terrors – remote-controlled zombies, poisonings, some very unexpected foes, a secret underground hospital, a visit to a grand exhibition, and some very interesting revelations.
Just glorious fun. I’ve enjoyed all the books so far, but this is one of the best yet.
The Dark Archive by Genevieve Cogman is published by Pan and is out now. Many thanks to the publisher for the review copy.
Delighted to be asked to take part in the blog tour for Lev Parikian’s Music To Eat Cake By. I loved his first book, Into the Tangled Bank.
What if readers had the power to choose what their favourite author writes about? Conductor and birdwatcher Lev Parikian responds to his readers’ requests with this collection of witty, fascinating essays on music, birds, the art of the sandwich, and much more
Here’s an extract from the book
Subject provided by Isabel Rogers
It was enough to make my heart sink. ‘What’s for lunch?’ ‘Soup.’ Oh.
It wasn’t that I hated the taste. The soup might have contained things I would eat: chicken, peas, sweetcorn, potatoes, sometimes even pasta. But it was soup, so all bets were off. Honestly, what was the point of it? It wasn’t food, and it wasn’t a drink. If it didn’t have chips or chocolate or jelly* or sugar or clotted cream, did it count as food? Put Frosties with extra sugar and top-of-the-milk in front of me and I’d eat three bowls; call it ‘cereal soup’ and I’d vomit. I was like Augustus Who Would Not Have Any Soup from Struwwelpeter – five days of soup and I would have died of starvation.
I gradually learned the trick. Soup was a vehicle for toast, and nothing was better than toast. Except butter. And that came with toast. So soup meant I could have toast and butter. I even learned to appreciate the heady pleasure of dunking toast into soup. That way it was like messy jam saturating the toast, and I could accept that. The other advantage of toast with soup was that I didn’t come away from a meal immediately wanting another one.
If this sounds like the confessions of an unadventurous eater, then that’s about right. Family legend holds that until the age of thirteen I ate nothing but hard-boiled eggs and Grape-Nuts, but I know that can’t be right, because I’m sure I had a packet of Rolos most days from 1972 onwards.
When did the breakthrough come? At what point did I transition from non-souper to souper? I don’t remember a Damascene moment, no ‘Holy wow, why didn’t you tell me about THIS?’ It just happened, and before you could blink I was souping with the best of them. Perhaps my gateway soup was, like many people’s, the tin of Heinz Cream of Tomato – sweet, bland, comforting; or maybe, fancying myself a foodie in my early twenties, I sneered at tins and found the fledgling Covent Garden Soup Company, with their upmarket cartons and adventurous combinations more appealing to my snobbish taste buds (this was the late 1980s – nouvelle cuisine had infiltrated the consciousness of readers of the Independent, but putting carrot and coriander onto the supermarket shelves was very much pushing the outer limits of exoticism). It wasn’t ‘proper’ cooking, but, for no good reason I can think of, opening a carton somehow felt closer to it than opening a tin – more grown-up, less bedsit-y.
If I don’t remember the exact moment of enlightenment, I do remember the first soup I made by myself. It was a French onion soup, by far the most ambitious thing the twenty-three-year-old me had ever cooked. I’d decided, with no basis in fact, that I was a foodie, and this meant I should be able to cook the fancy stuff you might normally find in top restaurants. The palaver of the making of this soup cannot be overstated. It took me about a day and a half.
It was, predictably, awful – a honking atrocity of a soup, an insult to both recipe-writer and guests, whose silence as they forced it down was testament to its inadequacy.
The broth was insipid, lacking depth or flavour, its resemblance to dishwater more than superficial; the bread, intended to offer a layer of contrasting texture to a rich and deeply flavoured liquid, was like the grubby washing-up sponge in the bowl; the cheese – stringy, pointless, dismal – added nothing to a dish already wallowing in a quag* of its own ghastliness. It was an offering entirely lacking any of the qualities that might have made it palatable.
I haven’t made it since.
Music To Eat Cake By, by Lev Parikian is published by Unbound, and is out now. Many thanks to Anne Cater from Random Things Tours for inviting me to take part in the blog tour.
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Lev Parikian is a writer, conductor and hopeless birdwatcher. His first book, Waving, Not Drowning, was published in 2013, and his second, Why Do Birds Suddenly Disappear? followed in 2018. His numerous conducting credits include the re-recording of the theme tune for Hancock’s Half Hour for Radio 4.
Heading home after winning his latest case, defense attorney Mickey Haller – The Lincoln Lawyer – is pulled over by the police. They open the trunk of his car to find the body of a former client.
Haller knows the law inside out. He will be charged with murder. He will have to build his case from behind bars. And the trial will be the trial of his life. Because Mickey Haller will defend himself in court.
With watertight evidence stacked against him, Haller will need every trick in the book to prove he was framed.
But a not-guilty verdict isn’t enough. In order to truly walk free, Haller knows he must find the real killer – that is the law of innocence…
I’m a big fan of the Bosch tv show, but realised that I’ve never actually read the books. And it seems that Michael Connelly has written quite a few of them! The Law of Innocence is this sixth in his Mickey Haller Lincoln Lawyer series, and the 34th(!) in his Harry Bosch universe.
Seems like I’ve got a lot of catching up to do.
I really enjoyed The Law of Innocence. Defence lawyer Mickey Haller is heading home after a successful case when he’s pulled over by the police in an apparent routine traffic stop. And then they find a body in the trunk of his car. The body of a former client.
Mickey knows he didn’t do it, but the evidence is stacked firmly against him and he’ll have to defend himself from inside prison.
I do love a good courtroom drama, and Connelly clearly knows his stuff inside out and backwards. Haller’s task of defending himself seems insurmountable – a Not Guilty would still leave doubts, and ruin his professional career, so he needs to track down the actual killer, whilst stuck in prison.
Good job he’s got a great team on his side, including Harry Bosch himself. Loved the mix of detective work alongside the courtroom procedural, leaving you wanting to read just one more chapter.
Taut plotting, ingenious story and great characters elevate this above most that I’ve read, and I’ll be digging into the Bosch/Haller back catalogue as soon as I can!
The Law of Innocence by Michael Connelly is published by Orion on 10th November. Many thanks to Tracy Fenton of Compulsive Readers for inviting me on the blog tour, and to the publisher for an advance copy of Michael Connelly’s book to review.
A series of bizarre drug-related deaths among runaway teenagers has set the North East’s homeless community on edge.
The word on the street is that a rogue batch of Spice – the zombie drug sweeping the inner cities – is to blame, but when one of Jimmy’s few close friends is caught up in the carnage loyalty compels him to find out what’s really going on.
One Way Street sees the welcome return of Jimmy Mullen, the homeless, PTSD-suffering, veteran as he attempts to rebuild his life following the events in The Man on the Street.
As his probation officer constantly reminds him: all he needs to do is keep out of trouble. Sadly for him, trouble seems to have a habit of tracking Jimmy down.
A couple of weeks ago I read Trevor Wood’s first book, The Man On The Street. It had just won the CWA New Blood Dagger for best debut, I was between books, I found myself clicking ‘buy it now’ and before I knew it, I was hooked.
Last week I went along to the virtual launch of book 2, One Way Street in the excellent company of Rob Parker and Chris McGeorge and a host of other lovely bookish people via Zoom. I do quite like these virtual events, mainly because I get to go to more of them, but also because I was lucky enough to win a copy of Trevor’s book.
The first book was (and indeed is) brilliant, with a great cast of characters, set in my home town of Newcastle. I was intrigued to see what Trevor Wood would have in store this time, and reader, I was not disappointed.
There have been a series of drug-related deaths in the North East, runaway teenagers falling victim to a deadly batch of Spice. Before long, Jimmy and the gang find themselves investigating, and going down some very dark paths indeed.
It’s another great story, and kept me up far too late last night (or early this morning) finishing it. Jimmy Mullen is a great lead, with a different take on the regular investigative process. His PTSD episodes feel visceral, and add a real depth and complexity to his character.
But it’s the rest of the cast of characters that inhabit Jimmy’s world that really make these books pop – the inseparable Gadge and Deano. Dog -everyone loves Dog. And Sandy, Jimmy’s probation officer. I would *love* to see more of her in book three, she’s fabulous.
I don’t want to spoil the story of course, and think you’re better off going into this one fresh. Suffice it to say that Trevor Wood has been added to my list of authors to watch.
You should too. Cracking stuff, roll on book 3!
One Way Street by Trevor Wood is published by Quercus and is out now in ebook and audio. Many thanks to Trevor for the advance copy of his book. Opinions are, of course, my own.
Then we had Hard Time, by Jodi Taylor, book 2 in her Time Police series, another rollicking adventure up and down the time streams with our favourite Time Police recruits.
I was tempted into renewing my Audible subscription this month as I had a long drive, and picked up Claire North’s The First Fifteen Lives of Harry August to keep me going. Huge fan of Claire North’s books, and have had this one recommended to me many times. Delightfully twisty, time jumping shenanigans. You’ve probably already read it, haven’t you? Most people I know seem to have!
Back to non-fiction for Do Photo by Andrew Paynter. This is the second of the ‘Do’ books I’ve read recently, and whilst I’ve found them both interesting and worth reading, they’ve both ended up being not quite what I expected. Here I was thinking it’d be more of a helpful guide to getting more out of photography, whereas it was more about Paynter’s approach. Which is fair enough, and as I say, an interesting read.
Book 6 of the month was The Law of Innocence, by Michael Connelly for the blog tour this month, so review later. It’s the first of Connelly’s books I’ve read, though it’s the 7th of his Mickey Haller books and the 34th in his Harry Bosch universe. Big fan of the Bosch tv series, and I enjoyed this a lot. A lawyer is locked up for a murder, and has to prove his innocence from behind bars. Good job he knows Harry Bosch, eh?
Last but by no means least, I read The Man On The Street, by Trevor Wood. Winner of the CWA John Creasey (New Blood) Dagger award at the CWA Awards, it’s a cracking read. I was between books whilst watching the awards, this popped up and I thought right, I fancy a bit of that. Set in my home town of Newcastle Upon Tyne, it follows homeless veteran Jimmy investigate a murder that no-one believes actually happened. Hugely recommended.
Book post this month:
Stuart Turton’s The Devil and the Dark Water – I’d been fortunate enough to get my hands on an advance copy, but had already ordered a signed edition from Waterstones back in January. Trouble is, I’d ordered it to come to the store in Leeds. Cue a masked trip to the shop to collect. It’s very lovely. Look at those edges!
The 99% Invisible City, by Roman Mars and Kurt Kohlstedt. Based on one of my favourite podcasts (99% Invisible), it looks at the hidden world of everyday design. Looks fascinating. Another ordering mishap here (bit of a month for it) as I ordered it so long ago my debit card expired by the time it came for the bookshop to charge me (or try and charge me) for it. Cue a fresh order, and a lovely new book.
In the war-torn lands of Krandin, a kingdom fighting against the Worm King of the Penullin Empire and his dark magic, a stranger wakes, knowing only that his name is Stratus. He possesses great strength and magic, but only fractured memories of his past, and a growing certainty that he is not, in fact, human. As he explores this new world, disoriented, making few friends and many enemies, the battle for his mind will determine the fate of the world.
Then we have the intriguing 337 by M Jonathan Lee, from Hideaway Fall. Why Intriguing? Because you can start the book from either front or back, and indeed it’s hard to say which is which. Up on the blog soon…
Nearly there, honest. Next parcel to arrive on the doormat was RJ Barker’s Call of the Bone Ships, sequel to his fabulous The Bone Ships. Further adventures of Lucky Meas and the Tide Child.
I’m not sure how I stumbled across Adventurous Ink, a book subscription service for outdoor-loving folk, but I’m glad I did. October’s book is Llama Drama by Anna McNuff, and I got to go to a fabulous zoom interview between Anna and Tim Frenneaux, founder of Adventurous Ink. Great fun, and I signed up immediately.
A dinner party is held in the penthouse of a multimillion-pound development. All the guests are strangers – even to their host, the billionaire owner of the building. None of them know why they were selected to receive his invitation. Whether privileged or deprived, besides a postcode, they share only one thing in common – they’ve all experienced a shocking disturbance within the building’s walls. By the end of the night, their host is dead, and none of the guests ever said what happened. His death remains one of the biggest unsolved mysteries – until now.
So that’s my October. Have you read any of them? Any in particular take your fancy? Do let me know in the comments!
If you do like the look of any, you can pick them up via my list on bookshop.org – help support independent bookshops!
When homeless veteran Jimmy thinks he witnesses a murder in Newcastle, the police refuse to believe him. He’s not quite sure he believes his own eyes. Then he sees missing persons posters matching the description of the man he saw killed, and he realises he wasn’t mistaken. But how do you catch a killer when nobody believes a murder has been committed?
Together Jimmy and the dead man’s daughter decide to take matters into their own hands and hunt down the murderer themselves. They soon realise it will be a far more dangerous task than they could ever imagine.
But Jimmy has one big advantage: when you’ve got nothing, you’ve got nothing to lose.
Recent winner of the CWA John Creasey (New Blood) Dagger award, Trevor Wood’s The Man On the Street had been on my radar for a while. Then it went and won an award, I was between books and before I knew what had happened, I found myself clicking ‘buy it now’ and a copy arrived on my Kindle.
Nowt like winning an award to boost sales! I polished the book off in two sittings, and it was easy to see why it won. In a market saturated with grizzled detectives (often with an interesting past and a quirk or two), having a homeless veteran as the lead felt distinctly fresh and immediately interesting.
But a story doesn’t live on a main character alone, and The Man On The Street has a great cast, and a fantastic location (ok, I might be biased as I’m from Newcastle orginally!). I loved following Jimmy around the city as he investigated the suspected murder. Newcastle has a very distinct feel and atmosphere to it, and Trevor Wood captures it brilliantly.
Jimmy Mullen is a great character too, with a real depth and complexity to him. A veteran of the Falklands War, his flashbacks to his time in the Navy are raw and often brutal. Indeed all the flashbacks to his life leading up to the time of the story just make you want to root for him all the more.
It’s a dark, gritty story which has a real authenticity to it. Do yourself a favour and pick up a copy now.
The Man on the Street by Trevor Wood is published by Quercus and is out now.
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Team Weird are back causing havoc in the Time Police in this irresistible spin-off series by international bestseller Jodi Taylor, author of The Chronicles of St Mary’s. If you love Doctor Who, Ben Aaronovitch and Jasper Fforde, you’ll love the Time Police.
A time slip in Versailles, problems in the Ice Age and illegal time travellers in need of rescue. Must be a job for the Time Police.
Luke, Jane and Matthew are back and ready to cause havoc – inadvertently or otherwise – in their latest adventures.
Following on from the adventures of Team Weird in the first book, Doing Time, we’re back with another rollicking adventure up and down the time streams with our favourite Time Police recruits. If you’ve read the first (and if not, why not?) then I heartily suggest that you do, then get yourself back for this, round two.
Doing Time and Hard Time are both spin-offs from Jodi Taylor’s hugely successful Chronicles of St Mary’s, which I still haven’t had a chance to read. Note to self: catch up!
Our lovable (if that’s the right word) misfits are thrust straight into the action to go and retrieve an illegal time tourist who has got lost in the past, who just happens to be Luke’s ex. Ooops. Before long, they’re hot on the trail of the criminals behind this new (and very very illegal) form of tourism.
Hijinks ensue. Boy, do they ensue.
As with the first book, this is a huge amount of fun (and boy, at 500+ pages, I’m not kidding about the huge bit). But even for such a big book it’s a quick read. The plot fairly rattles along, and we follow our heroes from 17th Century England, call in on Marie Antoinette, and even end up with the team in a *very* chilly spot.
Great fun. Grab yourself a copy and strap yourselves in for the ride!
Hard Time by Jodi Taylor is published by Headline, and is out now in hardback. Huge thanks to the publisher for an advance copy of Jodi Taylor’s book to review for the blog tour.
It will soon be impossible to tell what is real and what is fake.
Recent advances in AI mean that by scanning images of a person (for example using Facebook), a powerful machine learning system can create new video images and place them in scenarios and situations which never actually happened. When combined with powerful voice AI, the results are utterly convincing.
So-called ‘Deep Fakes’ are not only a real threat for democracy but they take the manipulation of voters to new levels. They will also affect ordinary people. This crisis of misinformation we are facing has been dubbed the ‘Infocalypse’.
Deep Fakes and the Infocalypse looks at the recent advances in AI how the use of deep fakes – video or images created by computer – have come along in recent years so that they are now virtually indistinguishable from the real thing. It’s both scary and fascinating – whereas once video would count as proof, now it’s open to suspicion. Can anything be trusted?
Schick’s book is a slim volume, but one which delves into how misinformation on a global scale is being used to affect democracy. Covering the Trump election in 2016 and looking forward to the imminent 2020 election, Schick investigates the Russian interference and how it could (or rather is) happening again. She looks at the key challenges facing democracy in our current climate of fakery and distrust, and it’s not a comforting read.
It’s a well-researched, fascinating read. One which you could probably get through in a single sitting, but will sit with you for a long time afterwards.
Deep Fakes and the Infocalypse by Nina Schick is published by Octopus Books and is out now.
Looking back over the summer reading and I’ve read some really great books. Here’s a quick roundup
I read six books in August, helped largely by having two weeks off work. First up was The Trials of Koli, by M. R. Carey. Book two in the Ramparts trilogy, and an excellent second installment. Make sure you read book 1 first!
Next up in my holiday reading was Josh Malerman’s Malorie, the much-anticipated follow-up to the excellent Bird Box. Really enjoyed this – tense, pacy and with a similar feeling of dread to the first book.
I really enjoyed Eight Detectives by Alex Pavesi (review to come). It was clever and… different. A series of murders, a panoply of mysteries and lots of fun trying to work out whodunnit.
Last, but by no means least we had Grave Secrets by Alice James, another of @runalongwomble’s booktempting… tempts. Simply enormous fun, with a delightful sense of humour and a marvellous lead in Lavington Windsor, estate agent for the undead by day, necromancer by night. Zombies, vampires and a bit of croquet.
Another delve into non-fiction with Do Make, by James Otter. Interesting book – James Otter left his job to set up a company making wooden surfboards. Less about making, and more about his story becoming a maker, but interesting. And now I want to go make a surfboard.
Two huge books to round out September. Stuart Turton’s The Devil and the Dark Water has been on pre-order since January, but I was lucky enough to get my hands on an advance copy, and tore through it. Absolutely brilliant. The world’s greatest detective (no, not that one) is being transported to Amsterdam aboard the Saardam, but the devil himself may be on board.
And finally we have The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V.E. Schwab. Addie LaRue, a girl with seven freckles, one for every love she will ever have. A girl who wants a life of her own. A girl who made a deal with the gods who you definitely should never, ever pray to after dark.
Utterly sublime. Schwab’s writing is gorgeous, and Addie LaRue will live in your memory for quite some time. One of my books of the year.
So, that was my summer reading list. Have you read any of them? Any take your fancy? Tell me what you’ve been reading, I’d love to know.
France, 1714: in a moment of desperation, a young woman makes a Faustian bargain to live forever and is cursed to be forgotten by everyone she meets.
Thus begins the extraordinary life of Addie LaRue, and a dazzling adventure that will play out across centuries and continents, across history and art, as a young woman learns how far she will go to leave her mark on the world.
But everything changes when, after nearly 300 years, Addie stumbles across a young man in a hidden bookstore and he remembers her name.
Addie LaRue, a girl with seven freckles, one for every love she will ever have. A girl who wants a life of her own. A girl who made a deal with the gods who you definitely should never, ever pray to after dark.
A girl who is unable to leave her mark on the world. A girl who everyone forgets.
Then one day she meets a young man who remembers.
Books are like meals. Sometimes you fancy a light snack, quick to eat on the go. Other times you want something more substantial, like a burger and fries. Warm and filling, and you enjoy it at the time, but like Addie, one you don’t remember.
The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue is like a meal from a Michelin starred restaurant. Layer upon layer, expertly combined. A hint of something you can’t quite put your finger on, but which gives it that certain… je ne sais quoi that will linger in the memory for long afterwards.
It is… wonderful.
It’s an exploration of love and life, of the price we pay to make our mark on the world. It’s a love story told in the here and now, but also in the three hundred years of Addie LaRue’s life. A glimpse into the inbetween places of life, those liminal spaces which are merely glimpsed at.
And there’s a bookshop, with a cat. What more could you ask for?
The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue is just the most splendid, beautiful book. One to curl up on the sofa and lose yourself in for a century or three, in the company of a girl with seven freckles.
One of my books of the year.
The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V.E. Schwab is published by Titan Books in October 2020. Many thanks to Titan Books for the advance copy via NetGalley