I stumbled across this book in a charity shop recently. It’s not the sort of thing I normally read, and I had never heard of the author, but it captivated me from the very first page. It is a whodunnit combined with a love story, and part of the story is told by a painting.
Normally I binge-read, but I wanted to pace myself with this book because I did not want it to be over. It was also quite intense so I could not read too much in one go. I really enjoyed it. My small gripes would be that there were quite a few grammatical errors, as well as a lack of commas and overuse of hyphens. This meant rereading sentences to glean meaning. In addition, there were too many side characters and some of them were silly rather than endearing.
When you find books in bookstores and charity shops in Sweden, they are usually good books. Good enough for a bookstore to import, for a Swedish tourist to buy on holiday or at an airport. It’s a different matter in an English-speaking country where the selection is much wider, but less curated.
When you have to take what you can get in physical stores, you are introduced to authors you would not normally seek out. This is one of the gems I have found, and I will be buying more by this reader.
I do read digital books via Kindle, but I still prefer the feel and experience of paper ones.
There is something about the smell of paper and the feel of a book, isn’t there? I used to read voraciously anything and everything. Now I find that I can’t hold a book for long so I tend to read books on my iPad or listen to the audio version. The two most recent books I bought and read were biographies (I, Me, Mine by George Harrison and Berserker by Adrian Edmondson).