Having missed out on the predicted snow yet again this week woke up to a howling hoolie of a gale and rainstorm and couldn't think of a good reason to get up other than to find some breakfast and a bucket of tea and take it back to bed, which I did.
Despite having lots of good books on the go I fancied something new and different and set about reading a "chilling dark novel of love, revenge and atonement' by Julie Parsons, I Saw You. If it was no good I had plenty of others lined up but after seventy-six pages I was gripped.
Interweaving unexplained deaths, old murder cases, thwarted love and dissenting step-children plus a retired policeman twiddling his thumbs and you have a perfect recipe for a page-turner which was exactly what I was looking for.
It's very well-written, perfectly measured and paced, and all sufficiently complex to keep me guessing, surmising and chasing the red herrings which I'm sure are in there whilst watching the personalities flesh out nicely. Meanwhile the gagged, chained and bound alleged murderer is left to do quite the opposite, locked in a barn to die a slow and tortuous death on page one.
The cover is reminding me of both A Gathering Light by Jennifer Donnelly and Altered Land by Jules Hardy and a few others springing to mind as I write.
Now I'm rushing to do all those things that have to be done on a Sunday before I join all the other Sunday Salon readers worldwide (check them out on the link over here <<<<<) and get stuck into my book properly. An afternoon by the fire, though I see Susan has bagged the best sofa already, Ruth is curled up over there in the corner bemoaning stickers that aren't stickers on books any more, Harriet's got a real stack of books on the go and Ann's talking about storytelling par excellence.
More later when someone wheels in the coffee and walnut cake and I can drag myself away.