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Hamble, the morning of New Year’s Eve
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My Dark Places – James Ellroy
I nearly gave up with James Ellroy’s My Dark Places. There were so many names and, seventy pages in, it was going nowhere. A sudden change of tone and it dawned on me that I wasn’t reading a novel (!), I was reading a detailed examination of a true story, the story of the murder of the author’s mother.Divided into sections – the crime, the victim’s son (the author), the detective, the victim – this is an exhaustive examination of a crime and the investigation process. The author’s obsession with his mother’s killing is a fascinating read and is highly recommended.
I thought the author’s Wikipedia entry was interesting, encouraging me to seek out his novels.
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Our Christmas tree
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Thank you, Santa

This year Santa brought me the Alan Turing biography, a bottle of port (gulp), a 900 page Hilary Mantel novel (gulp), an impossible-to-put-together kaleidoscope (gulp), and a train set(?). -

Christmas Day
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That was weird
Whilst browsing in the Dorking branch of Waterstones, I came across Stuff Matters by Mark Miodnownik. I might have bought it if I hadn’t been looking for Christmas presents for other people!An hour later, I switch on the BBC 24 hours news channel and there is Mark Miodnownik discussing his book Stuff Matters!
Will there be another coincidence with the book appearing in my Christmas stocking? Watch this space! [Update: NO!]
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Bushy Park
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Chloe

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Not just any smile
Is there anything more wonderful than being greeted with a smile of recognition from a seven month old grandchild?
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The Card – Arnold Bennett
What a delightful and funny, short novel this is!Set at the end of the 19th century, it tells the story of Denry Machin, who, through his exploits and wheezes, becomes the local Jack-the-lad or ‘card’. Each chapter describes another of Denry’s exploits as he becomes more popular and more wealthy. It’s a warm and funny book, recalling gentler times. Highly recommended.
I bought this yellowed and musty paperback for 75 pence from a Hampton Court antique shop. That’s the beauty of browsing second-hand books in small shops – you pick up things you might not normally come across or think of reading.







