This morning I managed to get an extra half hour in bed while hubby entertained DC, just enough time to finish Book No. 1 (of 25...) of the Year.
I'm appalling at reviewing books - it's the part I dread about book club, telling everyone what I thought of the book we've just read in an informed, intelligent manner, when all I want to do is say '"I really liked it" or "I didn't like it much" before handing over to the next person. So, this is not to be a review the likes of which you might read in the TLS (if the TLS is the sort of thing you like to read, that is; I read it, but that's because I have to for work, and I won't think any less of you if you don't read it, but I shall be very impressed and ask you to become my new BFF if you do actually read it for pleasure/leisure.)
And so, without further ado, I present to you Book No.1: The Poisoning in the Pub by Simon Brett.