The last time I wrote about my reading, I had just started Tristram Hunt’s “Building Jerusalem”. I am still ploughing on with that, but it is something that I am dipping in and out of rather than reading properly. Most of my reading is done before I go to bed or when I am on a bus and so I tend to need something that involves less concentration.
In the meantime, I have read Danuta Reah’s “Silent Playgrounds”. This was another thriller, but this time with the added twist of being set in Sheffield and in particular Hunter’s Bar and Endcliffe Park – an area of the city that I know very well. But this isn’t a book that you should only read it you know Sheffield. Danuta Reah should be up there with the best current thriller writers. I didn’t enjoy this one as much as her first books “Only Darkness” but it was still enjoyable. This book was perhaps too complex in the different characters and how their relationships weaved together. But none the less it was a good read.
I have now start John Major: The Autobiography. His foreword struck a chord immediately with his argument that people are unfairly cynical about politics and the motivations of politicians. But what I have found most appealing about the book so far is John Major’s very easy and straightforward style of writing. He tells you the information that you need to know, but in a way that makes you informed but not bored by too much detail. The one thing I cannot shake out of my head though is the knowledge that we now have, and didn’t when this was published, of John Major’s affair with Edwina Currie. The is particularly the case when he talks about his own father’s infidelities.