At the time of writing the review, I had a whole different start to this post about Fredrik Backman's writing and how I did not want this book to end. And then over the weekend, the Euro's started.
I am of the generation of children who in the lead up to Christmas would sit down with my mum's Freeman's catalogue and go through the toy section, making notes of the presents that I wanted father Christmas to get me.
Of the many books featured in Rules for Perfect Murders, I was delighted to see Ann Cleeves' Raven Black mentioned. Ann is an author with a lot of links to the area in which I live.
Of course I cannot not talk about Eurovision. Friends will know this already, but I am a teensy bit obsessed with the Eurovision Song Contest. It has been 2 years since the contest last took place
Yorkshire, where I live, is especially known for its damp weather. At the time of writing, we are heading towards the Bank Holiday. I have some grass to rake and it is currently teeming down with rain.
At the time of writing, I am looking forward to visiting my family with my lovely husband tomorrow. I cannot wait to see them. I haven't seen my parents since earlier this year and my Sister since September last year.
After being transported to early 19th Century Russia with War and Peace, and having developed Popeye style biceps from reading said book, I was in the mood for something a little lighter.
I'm going to ask you to bear with me here as an analogy is coming. Reading War and Peace is a little like training for a marathon. In fact a lot of the tips I'm about to give you could apply to running 26.2 miles
At the time of writing this review we have just enjoyed a May Day Bank Holiday. A blissful 3 day weekend where I switched off and relaxed. I did a jigsaw, went to the gym for the first time in forever, made cake and it was heaven