The Prophet, by Michael Koryta, is a terrific thriller / crime novel. Although centred around American football, (I know nothing of this strange sport), it’s a gripping tale of brotherly guilt which also made me want to try to understand the game. It’s a well written and plotted story and highly recommended. Some might find the football details a bit annoying – I didn’t. I’ve noted Michael Koryta as an author worth seeking out for his other novels.
Alongside Skinny Dip by Carl Hiaasen, this has been a promising start to March’s reading.
This week, the new Dell laptop came. It’s very, very quick, having an i7 processor and a solid-state drive rather than a hard-drive. What a contrast to the old (7 years) one.
The last two episodes of Modus on BBC4 confirmed the series to be a dreadful mess and a waste of 8 hours. However binging on Maltese: The Mafia Detective, on All4 was most satisfying. (binging or bingeing?)
Reading Skinny Dip by Carl Hiaasen was a terrific romp about a husband who throws his wife off a cruise liner on their wedding anniversary.
Needing extra motivation to visit the cinema more often, I became a member of the Curzon art-house cinema chain.
Snow is always a childish delight for me but its stay was all too short and there really wasn’t enough of it.