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McDermid delivers another twisting tale
IN these uncertain times (I write in the era of Covid-19) there is little better than delving into a book knowing that satisfaction is guaranteed.
Relief! We can once again buy knickers and bras
WITHOUT fanfare my local M&S has today reopened its ground floor clothing, cosmetics and sundry items section. No shouty newspaper or TV campaigns. Almost a
Words join the devaluation of recession
AS the world rushes hither and thither to conquer one virus, another, almost as pervasive and pernicious within its own realm, is rapidly spreading unchecked.
Bromo, book six – an extract
‘Morning, can I help you?’ The receptionist smiled her greeting. ‘I hope so. At least you look as if you want to.’ A clumsy compliment,
Cure needed for pandemic’s verbal virus
The lexicographers are working overtime. New words are being coined, reviewed and added to dictionaries worldwide almost daily. It seems there’s nothing like disasters and
A taut, twisting and tantalising time with the Perfect Wife
For once I can use the phrase “a true page turner” with utter conviction. And happily add the clumsier “unputdownable”. This novel fully merits both
Interior design – good to look at, not to use
EVERY day I am confronted by a very visible and irritating triple reminder of one of the more regrettable recent errors of my ways. A
Hot drinks in bed: I’ll not drink to that
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The Perfect Wife weaves a near perfect tale
As one who is forever wary of book cover blurbs, I approached this much-praised offering with even more caution than usual. Look at those blasts
In the long run, even the long run has to stop – finally
“The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner” has hitherto been a joy, a positive. It has now become a negative.
False names, false steps
Another extract from Bromo Book #6 – a work in progress: THE Richard Watkins he had just claimed to be had long vacated the address