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Book Reviews: The Poisoned Rock and The Bookseller of Kabul

I’ve been incredibly lax on the blog this month, but with the scorching weather and some rubbish health issues to boot, I’ve struggled to have the motivation to read – or do very much of anything in fact – these past few weeks. I did manage to get through two books in early July though that I should have reviewed long before now.

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Austen April: Persuasion

Here we are: the last day of Austen April and boy have I saved the best till last! Persuasion, in all its autumnal, melancholy, romantic glory is Jane Austen’s masterpiece and, in my incredibly biased opinion, one of the finest works ever committed to paper.

Written in the twilight of Jane’s life, it was her last completed novel. Like Northanger Abbey, its exceptional author did not live to see it published, which makes me very sad. She should have lived to be showered with praise for every chapter.

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Austen April – Northanger Abbey

Here we are at last: my least favoured of all the Austen novels. I put it fifth in the order of reading so that afterwards I would have the literary perfection of Persuasion to look forward to to close off the month, because the truth is; devoted and ardent an admirer though I am of all Jane’s other works, I am not at all much of a fan of Northanger Abbey.

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Austen April: Pride and Prejudice

I was a little too quick off the mark with Mansfield Park, but have decided that rereading the remaining five of Jane Austen’s novels is my aim for April, as well as finishing Lucy Worsley’s biographical work. Therefore, it is very much ‘Austen April’ on this site.

Pride and Prejudice is the most celebrated of all Jane Austen’s novels and often many readers’ favourite. How could it not be: from one of the most famous opening sentences in the whole of the English language, to its dazzling happy ending, there is spectacularly little to criticise.

Titled originally ‘First Impressions’, the story sees the lively Miss Elizabeth Bennet and the solemn, reserved Mr Fitzwilliam Darcy overcome their initial negative perceptions of each other and eventually fall in love. The path to such a happy ending of course does not run smoothly and their felicity is alternative prevented and then threatened by Lizzy’s embarrassing, vulgar family, the devious lies of George Wickham , Mr Darcy’s supercilious relations, the spiteful Caroline Bingley and finally by the elopement of Lizzy’s thoughtless younger sister Lydia with the aforementioned Mr Wickham. In true Jane Austen style, though, all comes well at the end. I am a sucker for a happy ending, so I’m always thankful that she gave each of her heroines some much-deserved joy.

The most famous of all Jane Austen’s novels.


It’s actually tremendously difficult to review a book which everyone knows and loves so well – what is there to say really that has not already been said? I can only explain why I personally love Pride and Prejudice so much, and why reading it once again has been so very enjoyable.

Firstly, it is because the character development is so tremendous and satisfying. Both Lizzy and Darcy learn some valuable life lessons throughout the story; not just by their own experiences but those of friends and family too. Charlotte Lucas, without money or beauty, chooses to marry a man she has no regard for in order to secure herself a suitable home and income; showing that ‘happily ever after’ has very different meanings to different people. Lizzy is forced to acknowledge that though her father has ever favoured her, he has in fact been a poor and negligent parent to her sisters and it is not just the fault of her silly mother that Lydia runs astray. Darcy, valuing rank, wealth and dignity, has to realise they do not actually intrinsically make a person good, as evidenced by his rude and unkind aunt. And of course, everyone learns that first impressions are not always correct.

Secondly, Jane’s social satire and comedy are at their most exquisite in this novel, which is why it always frustrates me tremendously that people can, with a hearty helping of inverted snobbery, dismiss her books as simply ‘posh people falling in love’. Mrs Bennet alone, with her histrionics, hypochondria, shameless contradictions and hypocrisies is a character almost beyond compare in English literature. She is delightfully silly, ridiculous and laughably ignorant. As I have been working my way through Lucy Worsley’s excellent Jane Austen at Home, which discusses Jane’s relationship with her own mother, it has made me wonder if it was Jane’s own experiences that caused her to give her heriones mothers that are either silly, negligent, indolent or dead.

This passage, when Mrs Bennet, having been delighted to see Lydia flirt with anything in a read coat and depart off to Brighton with Mrs Foster, is now in hysterics after her infamous elopement, is exquisite:

‘If I had been able,’ said she, ‘of carrying my point of going to Brighton with all my family, this would not have happened; but poor dear Lydia had no one to take care of her. Why did the Forsters ever let her go out of their sight? I am sure there was some great neglect or other on their side, for she is not the kind of girl to do such a thing, if she had been well looked after. I always thought they were unfit to have the charge of her; but I was overruled, as I always am. Poor, dear child! And now here’s Mr Bennet gone away, and I know he will fight Wickham, wherever he meets him, and then he will be killed, and what is to become of us all? The Collinses will turn us out, before he is cold in his grave; and if you are not kind to us, brother, I do not know what we shall do!’

Another great strength of all of Jane’s novels is that her supporting cast of characters are always just as well fleshed-out, just as entertaining and just as engaging as her two leads. It is a pleasure to see the sweet-natured and golden-hearted Jane Bennet wind up with the good-humoured and generous Mr Bingley. It is equally satisfactory to see the snobbish and supercilious Caroline Bingley fail in her attempts to make Mr Darcy her own and for the deceitful, mercenary Mr Wickham to wind up with Lydia; the least worthy of the five Bennet sisters. The Gardiners are excellent, the Lucases gently ridiculous and Mr and Mrs Bennet vastly entertaining. Mr Collins’s obsequious behaviour, as always, made me cringe so hard that I almost wanted to skip sections – and if that is not a mark of brilliant writing then I do not know what is!

One of the very, very few criticisms I can venture to make of this book is that it would be good to hear what became eventually of Kitty and Mary. We are told in the novel’s closing that Kitty was materially improved by staying largely with her elder sisters and Mary forced to be more sociable due to all the other girls having left home, but it would be nice to know that they too had a happy ending. Jane Austen did tell a correspondent once in a letter that Kitty eventually married a clergyman in Derbyshire, and I can only hope Mary – who I really feel for every time I read the book, bereft as she is of anyone’s esteem or love – was similarly happy.

The plotline itself is just so thoroughly well-paced, so engaging, so enjoyable and so wholly satisfactory that I can’t imagine anyone ever picking up this book and not enjoying it! On a related note, as I was finishing the novel, I decided it was time to re-watch the 1995 adaptation starring Colin Firth and Jennifer Ehle and convinced my husband, who’d never seen nor read the story before, to watch it with me. Despite his expectations, he was hooked on the story.

The best book-to-screen adaptation ever made? I certainly think so!


I was struck once again by just how wonderfully faithful and pitch perfect an adaptation it was; every character’s casting was spot on and the source material handled with reverence. Much of the dialogue was taken directly from the book, the plot had very little alteration and everything felt wholly and totally correct. It remains, in my opinion, possibly the very best book-to-screen adaptation I’ve ever seen and utterly wipes the floor with the absolutely horrendous film starring Keira Knightley and Matthew Macfadyen. The highlights of course are Colin Firth’s dashing Mr Darcy and Jennifer Ehle’s spirited and sprightly Lizzy, but Alison Steadman’s absolutely and utterly brilliant performance as Mrs Bennet deserved an award!

If you’ve not seen or read the story before – even if you’re not into period dramas or romances – why not give it a try: I bet you will find yourself pleasantly surprised! It remains for me, an eternal resident of my top shelf!

My rating: an unquestionable 5/5.

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Book Review: Felicie by Georges Simenon

Here was how I spent my Saturday afternoon at the weekend. This novella is just under 200 pages long, which makes it a trifle difficult to give much of a summary without giving the whole plot away, so this is going to have to be a very concise review.

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Book Review: Master & Commander by Patrick O’Brian

Master & Commander has been the first of my 2018 books to be a reread rather than a first-time read. I can’t recall when I first read the novel, though I know it was before I left home for uni, but I do think I was a bit too young to really appreciate some of the nuance in it.

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Book Review: Black Powder War by Naomi Novik

I was genuinely going to hold off on reading any more of the Temeraire series until I’d made my way through the last of the books I got in December and January. Then my husband bought me books three and four as a present and my resistance cracked. The series is just so enjoyable that I couldn’t wait to get cracking with the next one. I am weak, I tell you!

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An Event at Granite Noir and book reviews: Harm by Hugh Fraser and The Rock by Robert Dawes

I was delighted when I saw that crime festival Granite Noir was returning to Aberdeen once more – so rarely do cultural events like this happen any further north than Glasgow or Edinburgh. One event in particular had me really excited to attend: “Familiar Faces, Fantastic Books. In Conversation With Hugh Fraser and Robert Daws” which took place at the Lemon Tree last night.

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Book Review: Throne of Jade by Naomi Novik

After finishing (and adoring) the first book in Naomi Novik’s Temeraire series, I had the best intentions of holding off on reading book two until I had made some headway through the stack of books I got at Christmas time.

Then my husband bought me book two: Throne of Jade… and what can I say? I’m weak.

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Book Review: When the Serpent Bites by Nesly Clerge

Modern, gritty crime is usually not a very ‘me’ genre at all. I prefer my murders to be usually genteel and always in the past; a la Christie and Conan Doyle. In fact, I could genuinely count on one hand the total number of books I own set after 1950.

With that in mind, When the Serpent Bites by Nesly Clerge is at first glance not a book I might normally have picked up in the bookshop if I was browsing for myself. Having been offered a copy to review for this blog though, I thought: why not? Perhaps I should try something different for a change!

Definitely a good decision! I whizzed through it in a few days: I was hooked.

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