I must admit that prior to the Edinburgh International Book festival, I was not feeling passionate about my blog and was just reading and not reviewing much on the blog. However after the Edinburgh International Book festive I feel the passion inside me has been re-ignited and I am ready to be blogging again on a regular basis.
I acquired round about 35 books during the Edinburgh International Book festival, so I though I would do some of the posts dedicated to the books I have bough during my time at the Edinburgh International Book festival.
Pure by Andrew Miller (the cover of this book really caught my eye)
A year of rape, suicide, sudden death. Of friendship too. Of desire. Of love…
A year unlike any other he has lived.
Deep in the heart of Paris, its oldest cemetery is, by 1785, overflowing, tainting the very breath of those who live nearby. Into their midst comes Jean-Baptiste Baratte, a young, provincial engineer charged by the King with demolishing it.
At first Baratte sees this as a chance to clear the burden of history, a fitting task for a modern man of reason. But before long, he begins to suspect that the destruction of the cemetery might be a prelude to his own.
Dead Souls by Ian Rankin (one of the few Ian Rankin books I have not read)
Stalking a poisoner at the local zoo, Rebus hits upon a freed paedophile, camera in hand. Outing the man rouses the vigilantes and leaves Rebus with mixed feelings and another weight on his conscience. But the straw that looks like breaking Rebus’s back comes courtesy of the US Government. Feted by the tabloid press and put under Rebus’s watchful eye, a convicted murderer is looking to play games with Rebus as his pawn…
down the Rabbit Hole by Juan Pablo Villalobos ( I have heard great things about this book)
Tochtli lives in a palace. He loves hats, samurai, guillotines and dictionaries, and what he wants more than anything right now is a new pet for his private zoo: a pygmy hippopotamus from Liberia. But Tochtli is a child whose father is a drug baron on the verge of taking over a powerful drug cartel, and Tochtli is growing up in a luxury hideout that he shares with hit men, prostitutes, dealers, servants and the odd corrupt politician or two.
Brooklyn by Colm Toibin (A book I have been wanting to read for a while)
It is Ireland in the 1950s and for Eilis Lacey, as for so many young Irish girls, opportunities are scarce. So when her sister arranges for her to emigrate to New York, Ellis knows she must go, leaving behind her family and home for the first time.
Arriving in a crowded lodging house in Brooklyn, Eilis can only be reminded of what she has sacrificed. She is far from home – and homesick. Then, just as she takes tentative steps towards friendship, and perhaps something more, Eilis receives friendship, and perhaps something more, Eilis receives news which sends her back to Ireland. There she will be confronted by a terrible dilemma – a devastating choice between duty and one great love.
Snapshot by Craig Robertson (A author I have heard great things about)
Who is behind the executions of some of the most notorious criminals in the city? As more deaths occur-including those of police officers and innocent members of the public – the authorities realise they have a vigilante on their hands.
Police photographer Tony Winter has seen more than his fair share of dead bodies – his job grants him a front row seat at every major crime scene. So when he notices something in one of his prints that the forensic team has missed – something that seems to link the sniper’s victims with the case of badly beaten schoolboy – he launches an investigation of his own.
Engineers of the Soul by Frank Westerman (Another book that I have heard great thing about)
Engineers of the Soul draws the reader into the wild euphoria of the Russian Revolution, as art and reality were bent to radically new purposes. Writers of renown, described by Stalin as ‘engineers of the soul’, were encouraged to sing the praises of construction. But the initial enthusiasm of Soviet writers to sing the praises of construction structures led to slavery and destruction, and they were obliged to labour on in the service of a deluded totalitarian society.
Frank Westerman sweeps the reader along to the dramatic final confrontation between writers and engineers that signalled the end of the Soviet empire.
Part 2 will soon follow with more books