The state of the TBR pile

I look at my tbr pile somedays and wonder if I'll ever live long enough to read them all. There're easily several hundred books, probably more, scattered round the house and sitting amongst those read books that I don't want to part with. In my study I tend to keep those I plan to read soon and quite frankly there's plenty of those to be going on with. I stand and look at my bookshelves. Books jump out at me, so I make a pile I plan to read soon. A week later I change that pile, put one or two back, replace them with other 'must read soon' treasures.

Am I alone in doing this? I wondered. It might seem a bit eccentric to non-readers or, to be more precise, non-lovers of books. Plenty of people exist who love to read but don't worship in the Cult of Loving Books. My husband would be one of these. He feels no need to own books, doesn't stand contentedly in front of a shelf of beautiful books with a soppy grin on his face. Doesn't pick one up and stroke the cover thinking, 'My precious...'

I took some photos of books that I want to read soon. (He doesn't do that either...) The books that will be read over the next few months. Even just 'this year' would be good. (That may or may not happen...) So here they are:

On this little pile we have two non-fictions about France (both about canal boating), a book of sci-fi stories from The British Library, a book of short stories about WW2, also from the British Library and two Patrick Leigh Fermor books. I want to read the biography about him but feel I should read the second book of his European wanderings before WW2, first.

These are a few of my 2018 challenge books. I'm doing The European Reading Challenge and the What's In a Name? one. Germany, Turkey, Greece and Denmark are covered in the lefthand pile, Swiss Vendetta can't make up its mind which pile it should be in as it's set in Switzerland but could also cover the category 'A nationality' in the What's in a Name? challenge, because of its title. I'm not sure I need this kind of stress...

One of my big problems is being interested in everything, thus books here about Britain and its countryside, the weather (how much more British could you get?), gardening, anthropology, travel, rivers, even Canadian Naturalists... I'm a lost cause really.

This lot are self-explanatory, from the covers it's obvious they're mainly British Library Crime Classic books, I love them, and yes, this is partly to do with how gorgeous the covers are. Guilty, M'lud. (But the stories are nearly always excellent too.)

Yet another mixed bag but fiction this time. Fantasy, sci-fi, historical crime, WW2 (an interest in WW2 seems to have crept up on me while I was not paying attention, too busy stroking books maybe). I've been planning to read book two of Robin Hobb's Liveship Traders series for several years now, likewise Uprooted and To Say Nothing of the Dog and...

I think this lot is about as 'sundry' as you could possibly get. What to say other than, 'Crikey'? Birds, WW2 again, mountaineering, Roman history, Jack Kennedy, Anne Frank (a reread), various fiction books, biographies, more travel. The Road Westwards by 'BB' I've had for years. 'BB', real name Denis Watkins-Pitchford, is the author of the 'Bill Badger' series of books I read as a child. I adored these exciting canal boating adventures and then discovered as an adult that he was also a very keen naturalist and had written loads of really lovely non-fiction books, a few of which I've managed to read, but they're quite rare. Not sure where I nabbed this one from but it's his account of a caravanning holiday he took, touring the south west of England in the very early 1960s. Definitely planning to get to that this year, she says...

My tbr pile of books about France, plus two more general travel books which snuck in there somehow. For a reasonably tidy person I seem to be very haphazard about the sorting of my books. I'm not sure I should ever try to sort my books alphabetically, I'd never find anything, whereas I can pretty much lay my hand on whatever comes to mind fairly quickly. Usually. Anyway, I've been reading about France for almost exactly a year now and have had a lovely time. Whether we'll ever go back I'd don't know, but the books have made me feel as though I've been on a year-long trip. (Since I started this post I have actually read the little pink book in the middle of this pile, A Walk Across France by Miles Morland... excellent.)

Anyway, that's a just miniscule part of my tbr pile... the 'TBR soon pile' to give it its correct title. It would be useful to be able to read them all at the same time but probably there would be no joy in that whatsoever. So here they sit in my study and I think maybe I like it that way, perhaps I enjoy looking at them on the shelves as much as I enjoy actually reading them? Now there's a thought...

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More crime fic

A couple of quick crime book reviews today.

First up, one of the British Library Crime Classics, Seven Dead by J. Jefferson Farjeon.

Petty thief, Ted Lyte, breaks into Haven House on the outskirts of a quiet coastal village in Essex. Intending only to lift a few silver spoons he gets more than he bargains for when he finds seven dead bodies in one of the rooms. Leaving in quite a hurry he's apprehended by Thomas Hazeldean, a yachtman who's just put into harbour. DI Kendall takes the case on and decides to accept Hazeldean's help. The yachtman takes off for Boulonge in France, to see if he can find the niece of the house, Dora Fenner. Find her he does... and quite a lot more.

Well, this has to be one of the more unusual classic crime books from the BLCC. The book was written in 1939 and involves all kinds of shenanigans not normally associated with crime novels, which I won't go into for fear of spoilers. I liked the French connection and the weirdness of the French house and the people in it. You never really knew what was going on until the closing chapters and then it was all quite surprising. J. Jefferson Farjeon (wonderful name) was the author of the very popular, Mystery in White, which the BLCC put out several years ago and which I also really enjoyed. As always, there is a lovely cover involved, sadly no artist named, but it's from the National Railway Museum (York?) as it's one of those fab Railway posters.


Lastly, Have Mercy On Us All by Fred Vargas.

A woman comes to see the police to report strange symbols marked on the doors of her appartment block - a backwards 4 with two small slashes - but not on all of the doors, just some. At the same time the town crier, Joss Le Guern, is reading out some very odd messages left by persons unknown. Messages which refer, in very old fashioned terms, to The Black Death as though another outbreak is imminent. Principal Commissaire Adamsberg is disturbed by these occurrences but cannot say why. His unease becomes justified when a corpse is found, looking to all intents and purposes as though the person has died of the plague. How to avoid panic setting in in Paris? Answer: find the killer before he or she kills again...

Honestly, this series goes from strength to strength. I never think the next book will be as good as the last but it always is. Each book teaches me something too. In one I learnt a little about The French Revolution and Iceland (yes, in the same book), another the Mercantour National Park in southern France near the border with Italy. In this book The Black Death takes centre stage and fascinating it is too. Adamsberg is a detective with flaws (aren't they all?) and in this he really messes up as regards a particular relationship. It's all good stuff and I love it. Fred Vargas is surely going to be my favourite author of 2018.

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Catching up

So, it's catch up time, two brief (well I'll try) reviews to do before I go to Cornwall in a few days.

First up, The Essex Serpent by Sarah Perry.

There's something in the air in the coastal regions around the village of Aldwinter, in Essex, something not quite right. Local villagers are starting to say that the Essex Serpent has returned, a dragon-like water creature that kills the unwary in the marshes. Cora Seaborne, newly widowed, takes rooms in Colchester with her companion, Martha, and is fascinated by the talk, thinking it might be an undiscovered species remaining from the dinosaur era. Natural history is Cora's passion and release from a deeply unhappy marriage has given her the freedom to, more or less, do as she pleases. She gets an introduction to the Aldwinter vicar, William Ransome, married with several children and also an amateur naturalist. Cora is not religious or superstitious, Will obviously is religious but like Cora doesn't believe in mythical monsters. The two get on like a house on fire but are not fully prepared for the consequences of their investigations and the effects on the people around them.

I started reading this book about 18 months ago. I knew it was a slow burner and about 70 pages in it was doing nothing for me so I put it to one side 'for another time'. The other time arrived a couple of weeks ago and I tried again. What a difference and it only goes to show how your mood can affect how you enjoy a book. Yes, it is very much a slow burner but this time I enjoyed all the explorations, off tangent, delving into the medical world of the late Victorian era, the frustrations of women with brains who weren't expected to want to do anything with them, life as a vicar at that time and so on. Fascinating stuff. To be honest it's very much 'not' an action story. Not a great deal happens but the author has made the mundanity of ordinary people's lives interesting. I felt for Cora, not only a very nasty marriage but a strange son to cope with, clever but unable to do what men do when they're clever. The things that happened around her, romantically speaking, not of her making or encouragement, but she got the blame anyway. This book divides people and I can see why. It is slow going at times, and it's true not a lot happens, but I really enjoyed it and look forward to reading more by Sarah Perry... she has a new book out in October I think, Melmoth, another weird one by the sound of it. Good-oh.


Lastly, Something Sensational to Read in the Train by Gyles Brandreth.

The author, Gyles Brandreth, is a household name in the UK. He's been on TV for many years, Breakfast News, Countdown, Have I Got News For You?, and these days on The One Show quite a lot. He's kept a diary since he was eleven years old and starting at his first boarding school, Betteshanger in Kent. For people who were state school educated there's always a fascination with what went on in private schools, probably why some of Enid Blyton's books were so popular. The sections on Betteshanger and later, Bedales, didn't disappoint and reminded me of Stephen Fry's private school experiences (can't remember which one he went to though) in Moab is my Washpot. But Brandreth didn't hate boarding school as much as Fry, in fact he fitted in rather well, due partly I suspect to Bedales being progressive and co ed. At Oxford he got very involved in acting and producing plays and this led to a career doing similar things. I was unaware though that he had so many other strings to his bow, he's a creator of word games and books on them, started the Scrabble World Championships, is vice-president of the NPFA and knew The Duke of Edinburgh quite well (he was president), an after-dinner speaker, journalist and so on. Brandreth is also a very prolific author and is probably best known for his historical crime series about Oscar Wilde. The list of people he's met, worked with, and interviewed is extremely long and impressive. I loved all the annecdotes, the insights into a lot of famous people, some of it rather surprising, and hearing about his close friendships, family... his wife sounds like a real gem. In the 1990's he became the Conservative MP for Chester but lost his seat in 1997 during Tony Blair's Labour landslide election. The political sections of these diaries read like Yes Minister or House of Cards and reveal a lot about our parliamentary system. Some of it is very eye-rolling although having read autobiographies by Ed Balls and Ann Widdecombe none of it came as much of a surprise. All in all this was an excellent book, quite long at almost 700 pages but well worth reading - Brandreth's style is conversational and easy to read, you feel as though you're sitting with him having a cup of tea and a chat. You can't ask more than that.

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Books read in April

I can't believe it's the 1st. of May already. Not sure where those four months of 2018 went but gone they are (and never called me mother...) I read four books during April, on the face of it a slow reading month but not so. I read steadily plus I have two books currently on the go one of which I'm 400 pages into (out of 700!), the other 300, so there's a couple of extra books there which will go on to May's total but were partly read in April. Anyway, enough rabbiting, these are the books:

17. The Lost Book of the Grail by Charlie Lovett.

18. Three Men and a Bradshaw by John George Freeman.

The author's diaries of holidays he took in the 1870s with various members of his family, mainly brothers. Areas visited included North Devon, Wales, Scotland, Jersey etc. Very enjoyable, especially when they were visiting places I'd been to. Just after we came back from our uni trip to Aberystwyth with our grand-daughter I got to the bit where the author was there, for instance. The holidays were mainly walking holidays and underlined to me how much walking they did in those days that we don't do 'these' days. They thought nothing of walking 20 miles a day. Anyway, a very enjoyable book, deserving of being better known in my opinion.


19. The Three Evangelists by Fred Vargas.

20. Killing Grounds by Dana Stabenow.


Very hard to pick a favourite out of the four as they were all good. It will have to be a draw I think. These two were the best books of the month:

So, on into May. I have two books to finish, Something Sensational to Read in the Train by Gyles Brandreth (his diaries from when he was a child up to the 1990s) and The Essex Serpent by Sarah Perry, a book I tried to read either last year or the year before, gave up on, but decided to try again. Very glad I did as I'm really enjoying it. Only goes to show how your mood can affect your reading. Off to Cornwall in just over a week, already thinking about which books to take...

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