I must admit that this wasn’t next on my ‘To Read’ list but I’d been investigating holidays on the Dorset coast and that brought the title to mind.

The front promises that it is ‘devastating’ which seemed a little dramatic for a book only 160 pages long. I wouldn’t say it is devastating but it did affect me. Ian McEwan is excellent at describing exactly what goes on inside his characters’ heads; I felt that I completely understood them. I love his precise prose. I didn’t enjoy every part of the book though, in fact I thought it sagged a little in the middle, but it perked up again towards the end. The finish itself was wonderfully poignant. It reminded me of one of the reasons why I love my husband: he would never have made the mistake that Edward made with Florence on Chesil Beach.

(21st in 2012)

I read almost all of this book in a single day. It is wonderfully easy to read. Written by a woman only three years older than I am, the book took me back to parts of my own childhood (Indians aren’t so different to Iranians in terms of cultural attitudes). I’m very impressed at how good Shappi’s memory is. She describes childhood episodes so honestly and in such detail that they really were a delight to read. I loved the stories of the older members of her extended family too. A welcome bonus was learning a little about Iran and its people. The book is very enjoyable indeed.

(20th in 2012)

I read this book because it was recommended by Sue Perkins when she was a guest on My Life in Books. It’s the story of Sophie Fevvers, a trapeze artist who is part woman, part swan and Jack Walser, a journalist on a quest to discover the truth behind her identity. It is set at the turn of the century and the book’s three parts take place in London, St Petersburg and Siberia respectively.

Before I started it I wasn’t aware that ‘Nights’ is a work of magic realism so I found the first part of the book confusing and off-kilter, so much so that I had to start again from the beginning. The other aspect of this book that made it hard work is the enormous number of words whose meanings I had to look up. I think it was more than one word per page on average and at 350 pages long, this made the experience feel very disjointed.

However there was plenty that I enjoyed in this book. Actually, the word plenty is apt as the book is simply bursting at the seams with things for me to ponder. It’s filled with colourful charcacters. There are numerous metaphors, most of which I haven’t yet untangled. An abundance of mini fairy stories sewn into the main plot which delight and disgust in equal measures. The joke at the end was hilarious. But as well as humour the book has important things to say. These are my favourite quotes:

“What is marriage but prostitution to one man instead of many?”

“Wherein does a woman’s honour reside, old chap? In her vagina or in her spirit?”

Overall, Nights at the Circus is fascinating and wondrous but I did find it a bit of a slog. It’s a book that needs to be studied. The fantasy element does provide some escapism but it doesn’t do the book justice to ignore all its other aspects.

(19th in 2012)

I finished reading this book tonight. It is set in Guernsey and goes back and forth between two connected stories, one narrated by a teenage girl in the 80s, the other tells the story of the generation before her during the German occupation. It’s worth watching this video of the author talking about the book, not least for the scenes of Guernsey to spark the imagination:

I didn’t know a thing about Guernsey until I read this book so it was fascinating to discover what had happened there during WWII. The teenage narrator’s voice was so realistic that I found myself cringing as it brought back moments from my own teenage years. The story of the girl’s family during the Occupation seemed a bit cloudy to me at first and not nearly as engaging as the teenager’s story, however all became clear towards the end. The conclusions of both stories were satisfying to me and I liked the slightly menacing tone at the finish.

On the other hand my enjoyment was muted for a number of reasons. Firstly, both threads took a long time to build up any kind of pace. I wasn’t even properly engaged until over halfway though. Secondly, the story set during the Occupation was peppered with patois (based on French) that I mostly didn’t understand. Thirdly there were footnotes all over the place and with the book already flitting between two stories the footnotes made it feel even more disjointed.

I’m glad I read The Book of Lies as I learned a something about Guernsey but I can’t say the book has left it’s mark much beyond that.

(18th in 2012)