I haven’t finished a book this week – I am reading Gillespie and I,by Jane Harris, but only started it yesterday.
I noticed, though, that I am quite enjoying historical novels nowadays. I remember at the crime writing convention last year, one of the writers joked that they wrote historical crime novels because they demanded less accuracy in the details. That’s probably true, but I wouldn’t know if the details of a criminal investigation were right in a modern book either!
However, I find atmosphere to be much more affecting in historical stories. Things like foggy streets, shadowy corridors with flickering candles, carts rumbling in the gloom, all give a sense of foreboding that is very particular and suits me at the moment.
Hopefully I will finish the book this week but it’s over 600 pages long, so that might be a bit of a stretch…
Happy reading,
EJ
🙂
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