The annual Kindle total is back up again from 59 to 72. I blame the holidays. Here’s what I read during the year.
This year’s Kindle total is 59. That’s lower than last year’s 72 AND the previous year’s 60. Go me!
The residents at 23 Beulah Grove, a grimy south London bedsit, have a lot of secrets to hide. So does the killer among them.
I thought my previous tally of 60 books was on the high side but this year I’ve surpassed myself and set a new benchmark of 72.
When Adam Bradford’s sister Hannah goes missing he drops everything to assist the police, travelling up to the isolated village where she lived. When he arrives at her cottage, he discovers a life in disarray and a bedroom filled with cryptic notes and mysterious blurred photographs. And a myth. Or is it?
Kirsty and Amber meet again after 25 years during the investigation of a series of murders at second-rate seaside town. They both have a terrible secret.
You know when the red top tabloids describe something sex-related as a ‘romp’? Well, a memoir by former brothel owner Becky Adams fits that description like a masseuse in a rubber catsuit.