Ah, the first of January. Time to turn over a new leaf and maybe rescue this blog, which has been neglected. But just a line in and I am spotted at my desk.
'Mum's blogging again,' sighs Hodmandod Minor (temporarily home from his normal residence at the side of the Manchester Ship Canal).
'I thought we'd all agreed that this was bad for you,' says Hodmandod Senior, still alive, still thriving.
'No,' I tell them. 'Not blogging. Blogging is good.'
Anyway. Time to catch up with what I'm doing.
by Daniel Shand. This was given me to review by Sandstone Press. This absorbing read has, unfortunately, been interrupted by Christmas but so far has had a series of convincing twists and features what I am suspecting to be a deceptive narrator.
to Sarah Perry's The Essex Serpent
- the story of a Victorian monster. I am just a couple of chapters in but so far it is reminding me of one of my favourite TV series, 'Ripper Street'. Both of them re-interpret 'the Victorian' with a voice that manages to be new and original and yet convincingly authentic too
, very soon, Sherlock
on the BBC. More of the Victorian...with the rest of the population of the country, I suspect.