Read: February 2010
Daemons are Forever, Simon Green. Library book, first read.
An intriguing premise, with a family of supernatural secret agents trying to protect the world, with some good dollops of humour, but it was trying to bit too hard and was a bit too much in love with itself.
The Skies of Pern, Anne McCaffrey. Own copy.
One of the later Pern books, and definitely not one of the best although it has some nice touches. Mostly I just read it because it was on the shelf in front of my exercise bike, and I’d only read it a couple of times before.
The Golden Key, Melanie Rawn, Kate Elliott and Jennifer Roberson. Own copy.
Two of my favourite authors contributed to this big fat collaborative fantasy novel, and for the first time, I thought I could hear their separate voices in the different sections: more like subtle flavours than anything shriekingly obvious, thankfully.
Pushing Ice, Alistair Reynolds. Library book, first read.
Another SF author recommended to me by a few people (who had also recommended Banks). The story starts off with one of Saturn’s moon deciding to head off by itself into outer space, chased by an ice-mining ship, and never ever lets up from that point on. Its umpteen twists of character and encounters kept me enthralled (and I ended up getting very wrinkly in the bath).
The Ghost, Robert Harris. Library book, first read.
I’d missed this somewhere along the line, though I’ve read most of Harris’s work, and only heard about it because it’s now a film (The Ghost Writer with Pierce Brosnan and Ewan McGregor). It’s a good thriller, about a ghost writer putting together the memoirs of an ex-British Prime Minister (based on Tony Blair).
The Doomsday Key, James Rollins. Library book, first read.
Oh dear. I’ve noticed over the past few Sigma Force novels that Rollins has been headed into Dan Brown territory both in plot and writing style, and with this novel, he’s sadly nearly there. A lot of the characterisation that I liked in previous novels has disappeared entirely; he doesn’t even bother to make much use of his characters’ back stories even though there’s more than ample scope to do so. I enjoyed it, of course, but it was the literary equivalent of squirty cream from a can.
The Eyre Affair, Lost in a Good Book, The Well of Lost Plots and Something Rotten, Jasper Fforde. Own copies.
My annual re-read, and I can’t be bothered to say anything about this series of novels, except that if you like classic literature and have a bent for the whimsical, then you should read them.
Total for February 2010: 10 + 0 re-reads
Ongoing total for 2010: 26 + 0 re-reads






