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#16 - 18: you'll never know the real story.
Tuesday, 14 February 2012 10:07Lorrrrrd I am so behind on all of these. The only reason I'm reviewing these books now is they were due back at the library yesterday.
The Clocks, by Agatha Christie.
"Sheila Webb expected to find a respectable blind lady waiting for her at 19 Wilbraham Crescent - not the body of a middle aged man sprawled across the living room floor. But when old Mrs Pebmarsh denies sending for her in the first place, or of owning all the clocks that surround the body, it's clear that they are going to need a very good detective.
'This crime is so complicated that it must be quite simple,' declares Hercule Poirot. But there's a murderer on the loose, and time is ticking away..."
( Not so much intrinsically interesting as instrumental. )
Beyond Black, by Hilary Mantel.
"Alison Hart, a medium by trade, tours the dormitory towns of London's orbital road with her flint-hearted sidekick Colette, passing on messages from dead ancestors. But behind her plump, smiling persona is a desperate woman: the next life holds terrors that she must conceal from her clients, and her own waking hours are plagued by the spirits of men from her past. They infiltrate her house, her body and her soul, and the more she tries to be rid of them, the stronger and nastier they become..."
( Didn't quite hit the spot. )
Feminism is for Everybody, by bell hooks.
I feel like a lot of what bell hooks said at the time was so revolutionary it's made its way into accepted thinking by now, if that makes sense? So there wasn't that sense of 'holy shit holy shit holy shit' you get from game-changers right at the start of their game-changing. ( Nevertheless, )
The Clocks, by Agatha Christie.
"Sheila Webb expected to find a respectable blind lady waiting for her at 19 Wilbraham Crescent - not the body of a middle aged man sprawled across the living room floor. But when old Mrs Pebmarsh denies sending for her in the first place, or of owning all the clocks that surround the body, it's clear that they are going to need a very good detective.
'This crime is so complicated that it must be quite simple,' declares Hercule Poirot. But there's a murderer on the loose, and time is ticking away..."
( Not so much intrinsically interesting as instrumental. )
Beyond Black, by Hilary Mantel.
"Alison Hart, a medium by trade, tours the dormitory towns of London's orbital road with her flint-hearted sidekick Colette, passing on messages from dead ancestors. But behind her plump, smiling persona is a desperate woman: the next life holds terrors that she must conceal from her clients, and her own waking hours are plagued by the spirits of men from her past. They infiltrate her house, her body and her soul, and the more she tries to be rid of them, the stronger and nastier they become..."
( Didn't quite hit the spot. )
Feminism is for Everybody, by bell hooks.
I feel like a lot of what bell hooks said at the time was so revolutionary it's made its way into accepted thinking by now, if that makes sense? So there wasn't that sense of 'holy shit holy shit holy shit' you get from game-changers right at the start of their game-changing. ( Nevertheless, )