Welcome friends, book bloggers and avid readers alike, to
my annual book of the year post. As usual, this post is not necessarily about books
written or published this year, it’s about books that I have read this year, and
with dozens to choose from it hasn’t been easy. I won’t bore you with a big
long list, for that you can look me up on Goodreads so, without further ado –
In at number five is: Things We Lost in the Fire by Mariana Enriquez.
This collection of short stories is exactly as advertised on the cover and, as with all collections of stories I guess - the ones I've read anyway - there are ones that stand out but none were lacklustre; none failed, in my opinion. All the stories here have a little something about them and Enriquez’s style is very much no holds barred, which unifies them, be they spooky, bloody, fierce, scary, sad or obscene, they're written with passion and well worth the time it takes to read them. If pushed, my favourites were: Adela’s House, Under the Black Water and, Things We Lost in the Fire.
Creepy, and excellent for it.
This collection of short stories is exactly as advertised on the cover and, as with all collections of stories I guess - the ones I've read anyway - there are ones that stand out but none were lacklustre; none failed, in my opinion. All the stories here have a little something about them and Enriquez’s style is very much no holds barred, which unifies them, be they spooky, bloody, fierce, scary, sad or obscene, they're written with passion and well worth the time it takes to read them. If pushed, my favourites were: Adela’s House, Under the Black Water and, Things We Lost in the Fire.
Creepy, and excellent for it.
You know the writing's good when five hundred pages
pass in the blink of an eye. With a dead women in a bath, a lift that works on
its own, topiary that attacks and kills, a ballroom full of people when its
actually empty, all mixed up with the claustrophobia of being holed up
(albeit in a massive hotel), in such an isolated and snowbound location, with a
man who is slowly losing his mind, a woman whose fear virtually drips from the
page and a little boy who sees more with his mind than with his eyes, you end
up with a truly fabulous book. If, like me, you choose to read this book during a
dark dank November, then you might just be looking over your shoulder at the
slightest thing. Shivers down the spine. One of his best (that I've
read).
In bronze medal position, then: Operation Pedestal by Max Hastings
Need I say it; Five Stars.
I’ll definitely do a full blog post on this one as it’s one of the best books I've read in a long time and certainly the funniest, and so I see nothing else for it but to recommend it to the big wide world, kick myself for not reading it sooner and award Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch, five stars.
Fantasy isn't a genre I necessarily gravitate towards but when a book is this well written I would argue that genre is irrelevant and so, on that basis, let us disregard that and focus on the facts. This book, in spite of its magic, its world building, its fantastical dominions and all those that live and die there, is about love. The deepest love a person can feel. The love that sometimes drives people to do silly, dangerous and illegal things but, above all, LOVE. (Okay, it's about sex too, quite a lot of sex in fact but we'll gloss over that for this mini review). And because we all love, be it a partner, a parent, friends, the cat, art, music or someone we shouldn't, this book will definitely have something within its pages for each and every one of you.
Imajica. Probably the best book you’ve never read
and I can’t recommend it highly enough. Five Gold Stars.
To finish, I would just like to
wish you all a very happy New Year and hope you find happiness in 2024, in
whatever form that might take.
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