Although I read a lot of murder mysteries I did read some non-mystery fiction. How to Pronounce Knife by Souvankham Thammavonga was really interesting. It is a collection of short stories about Laotian refugees/immigrants and I will never look at nail parlours the same again.
The Beekeeper of Aleppo by Christy Leferi was engrossing but the whole time I kept wondering about a novel written by a non-refugee from the perspective of refugees. Still it was engrossing and generated an interesting book group discussion.
A friend lent me Ken Follet’s new tome The Evening and the Morning and it weighed so much I had to buy it for my kindle because I couldn’t hold it up without my arthritis complaining. It is a heavy book in other ways too. Lots of corruption and plotting that struck too close to home for comfort. I didn’t like it nearly as much as his earlier books to which this one is the prequel. And I agree with one reviewer who said he needs to stop writing sex scenes from a woman’s point of view because he doesn’t get it.
60 Before 60 