I have mixed feelings about this time of year. Summer lazily drawing to a close as a chill begins to creep into the evening air and the hours of daylight grow tighter around us. I love those long summer evenings where you find yourself with bonus time to go for a walk or hop on the bike for an evening spin. Or perhaps just sit out in the garden on the swing seat, reading your book until eventually the inevitable descent of the midges forces you to retreat back indoors.
But then… autumn has its own beauty. The perfect temperatures of warm enough to go without a sweatshirt during the day, but cool enough to sleep at night… the beauty of nature in the change of the colours of the leaves… and just that particular feeling that comes with autumn of a summer still not quite over – but the new year not yet begun. It’s that peculiar in-between time where it feels like time is almost suspended – existing in the happy, warm glow of summer and excited for the new term to begin in September, but without that yet frenetic, hectic busy rush of the first week of September. I love this time of the year.
It’s also a time of the year that I always get through few books. It’s one of my prime quality reading times of the year and I cherish it, just for that. Between holiday time and the aforementioned bonus time slots of long evenings sitting in the garden, I usually manage to work in some proper reading time, where I can properly relax and spend time between paper pages.
Without further babbling, as a snapshot of what I’ve read this summer and will review in the next few posts are the following:
- Beyond the Fall by Noah Hawley
- All We Shall Know by Donal Ryan
- We Are Not Ourselves by Matthew Thomas
Before the Fall by Noah Hawley
Synopsis (No spoilers, worry not!) –
There’s a plane crash. Really, that’s not a spoiler – it happens in the first few pages. Basically, a small private plane crashes into the ocean between Martha’s Vineyard and New York City and it becomes a case of who done it and why. The story is told through the eyes of the various characters on board the plane, the aviation investigator and some of the people left behind.
I’ve been looking for a good book for a while, not something deep and meaningful but just something that is enjoyable and easy to read, but which also ropes me in and invokes a desire to keep reading to the end. Before The Fall did exactly that. I started reading it on the plane to France and I continued to read it for the duration of the flight, the train trip afterwards and at every moment of downtime I was treated to over the course of the holidays. It’s well-written, easy to read and I found myself being drawn to the some of the characters. It’s not a mind-blowing story and honestly, I probably won’t remember it in 5 years time, but it is entertaining, engaging and a good read.
I’d recommend this book as a good holiday read or if, like me, you find yourself searching and searching the shelves for something decent to get yourself stuck into.