A Game of Books and Thrones
There’s nothing like easing the mind while lighting the imagination
Early January is my time for winding down after the festivities, of recuperating walks along the beach, of reading for pleasure rather than work, and viewing any likely movies that catch my eye, all aimed at allowing my blood pressure to ease and my stamina rebuild for the coming year. Others might call it semi-hibernation.
Into the Books
I kicked off with 59 Memory Lane by Celia Anderson, published by HarperCollins in 2019 and picked up in a charity (thrift) shop because… the cover caught my eye. Well, yes, that’s the primary job of a book cover. All indie authors study them. On the other hand, readers reach, then consume the backblurb:
May Rosevere has reached the grand old age of one-hundred-and-ten, thanks to several slices of toast with butter every morning, a glass (or two) of port, and the wonders of the Cornish sea air —
— except, of course, she lies. May Rosevere also steals. For a reason.
This is a Fantasy. Or Magic Realism. Or Humour. Definitely “feel-good” if, for me, somewhat too saccharine a denouement where I was starting to fear even the cat would have a Happy Ever After ending.
