Fiction Friday

22 days into a daily yoga practice.

You’d think it would be making a difference wouldn’t you?

But as I hobbled out of bed this morning, everything aching, I did think this was not quite the effect I was hoping for.

And tomorrow? 

I’ve signed up for a yoga workshop.

Which sounded lovely in the initial description.

And then the teacher released a leeetttle more information a couple of days ago.

Information which included the words “splits” and “tittibhasana”.

Yes I had to look the last one up too.

It looks like the evil older brother of the bhuja pidasana pose that has defeated me for the last 6 months.

May be crawling home tomorrow.

Or hitching a lift in an ambulance.

This Week I Have mostly Been Reading

   The Miniaturist by Jessie Burton.

I loved this book.

Set amongst the merchant class of Seventeenth Century Amsterdam it deals with the life of Nella a new, very young and naive, bride and her new family.  Given a dolls house as a gift by her new husband, Nella comes to suspect (hope? Fear?) that the miniaturist who creates charming tiny replicas of the people and things in Nellas real life is in fact a prophetess or seer, or perhaps something more sinister.

The claustrophobic, damp and dingy atmosphere of seventeenth century Amsterdam is evocatively portrayed.  The themes of race, class, greed, love and jealousy beautifully interwoven.

The ending? A little disappointing.  Having developed these great characters and plot twists, it’s as if the author just didn’t know what to do with them.

Or perhaps she’s setting them up for a sequel 🙂

Next Week I Shall Mostly Be Reading

   Odd Thomas by Dean Koontz.

A boy (who is really named Odd) who has two talents:  Manning the grill at a greasy spoon, and communing with the dead.  

Not at the same time.

Oh and he also hangs out with dead Elvis.

Need I say more? 🙂


Beltane fire

A happy Beltane to you all.

Turning the wheel.

Moving from spring to summer. 

 A hot, sunny British summer.

I can tell this from the way I’ve just had to dig out my woolly gloves again this morning.


This Week I Have Mostly Been Reading

   Clovenhoof by Heide Goody and Iain Grant.

I can’t stress enough how hilariously brilliant this book is.

Oldest child kept telling me off for laughing out loud so much and spoiling his gaming concentration.


The devil is banished to earth for failing to meet productivity targets.

Imagine a book that combines the farcical elements of Tom Sharpe with a strong awareness of the minutiae (and sometimes ludicrousness) of church law and custom.  

Throw in a healthy dose of the anarchy and heresy of (one of my favourite films) Dogma.

Set it all in Sutton Coldfield.

Just brilliant.

So brilliant that I immediately downloaded and read the other three volumes the authors have produced so far -Pigeonwings (Archangel Micheal similarly banished to Sutton Coldfield), Satans Shorts (short stories on the trials and tribulations of Michael and Satan) and GodSquad (Saints Christopher, Francis and Joan of Arc sent as an A team to earth in response to a prayer from a soulless anarchist. Yes Really.)

Can’t wait for the next volume to be published later this year 🙂

Next Week I Will Mostly Be Reading

   The Miniaturist by Jessie Burton.

Love, lust, mystery and dolls houses in 17th century Amsterdam.