June book reviews

With thanks to NetGalley and the publishers for advance review copies of these novels in exchange for an honest review.

We Are All Guilty Here by Karin Slaughter *****

Published 19 June 2025.

Well, this was one of those crime thrillers I could not put down. I sat for hours to finish it, while other things went on around me, because it was so compelling.

In small town America on the night of the fourth of July, policewoman Emmy is so wrapped up in her own domestic issues that she brushes off an approach by her best friend’s moody teenage daughter, Madison. This split second decision comes to haunt her when Madison is abducted. Thus begins a race against time to find the missing teenager and her friend.

Throw into the mix Emmy’s beloved father as the sheriff, some shady men hiding in plain sight and a visit to the town by a woman who had long since abandoned the community, only to become a top profiler for the FBI, then you have a recipe for success.

I won’t go into the plot for fear of spoilers but, believe me, if you like a fast-paced crime thriller, with plenty of layers, then this is it.

A brilliant read but not for the faint hearted.

Death and Other Occupational Hazards by Veronika Dapunt ***

Published 10 April 2025.

When Death decides to take a break, she becomes a human on earth, and becomes involved in trying to solve the mystery around a number of Unplanned Deaths and, ultimately, locked in a battle to save her sister, Life.

A very clever premise and concept and written with warmth and humour. An unusual novel – adventure, fantasy, comedy and a splash of romance – in the vein of Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman’s Good Omens. It is most enjoyable and would make an incredible serial. It reminded me of Time Bandits, the film by Terry Gilliam, and I kept visualising the Boss as Ralph Richardson playing the Supreme Being.

It was well written, and pacy, but I became rather confused and/or ‘so what?’ around halfway in. Still, a poignant finish and the novel raised some fundamental, existential questions.

The Rest of our Lives by Ben Markovits ***

Published 27 March 2025.

This was beautifully written, a road trip of sorts by a middle-aged man at a crossroads in his life after his daughter goes to university. Does he go back home, to the wife who betrayed him years ago and with whom he’s stayed married, or does he just keep driving? It’s no spoiler alert to say he keeps on driving – but does he make the best of things with his wife?

The writing style was like someone speaking to a friend, telling them a story, and was very readable and relateable.

Things happen on the trip, as he meets family and friends along the way.
The ending was inconclusive for me, and I felt a bit frustrated and cheated by it, so am giving it three stars.

May book reviews

I’m a reviewer for NetGalley, which means I get to read books before they are published, in exchange for an honest review.

I’ve had some great ones (and not so great ones) lately. My happy genres are crime thrillers, literary fiction, coming-of-age novels (particularly those set in small communities) and heartwarming fiction.

My reviews are posted to Goodreads.

Here’s three stonkingly good books I read earlier.

By Your Side by Ruth Jones *****

Published 22 May 2025.

Linda Standish has worked for her local council in Inverness for years and is in the little-known lost heirs department. Her job is to find out what she can about the deceased and track down their relatives, tying up loose ends and bringing things together in a tidy fashion.

Linda is now in her mid-fifties and the department is facing a shake-up. In her last ‘case’ before taking redundancy, Linda finds herself on a tiny island, investigating the life of Levi Norman, a hermit of a man no-one knows very much about.

This was my first Ruth Jones novel – I love her screenwriting and also her television roles (especially Nessa in Gavin & Stacey), so was pleased to be sent this book from NetGalley and the publishers.

I was not disappointed.

By Your Side is a lovely, easy read, with lots of humour, heart and warmth, and holds its head higher above its women’s commercial fiction competitors by really getting to the kernel of characters and taking the reader with them, laughing with them, crying with them, and wanting to find out what happens.

The dual narrative between Linda in the present and Levi and his family in the past works very well, with the reader quite comfortable in both time zones. It’s pacy, funny and would make a great Sunday everning television series, with Ruth (obviously) taking the role of Linda.

Highly recommended.

A Beautiful Family by Jennifer Trevelyan *****

Expected publication 24 June 2025.

In New Zealand in 1985, 10-year-old Alix and her 15=year-old sister, Vanessa, go on a sun-baked holiday with their mother and father, staying in a bungalow not far from the beach and a brackish lagoon.

When Alix meets a boy, Kahu, about her own age, they set out to solve the mystery of a young girl who disappeared two years earlier. At the same time. Vanessa meets a dubious friend, Crystal, who she knows from school.

Set over a few weeks of Antipodean summer, this debut novel is a coming-of-age story meets suspenseful thriller, the first part more the former and the second part more the latter.

This beautiful family on the surface is one that is full of secrets and domestic dissatisfaction, as the reader soon establishes through Alix’s narration. Jennifer Trevelyan captures beautifully the child’s confusion and sense of bewilderment at not just what is happening but at life in general. There are so many things that Alix does not understand or appreciate their significance.

A Beautiful Family is an extraordinary novel, written in the first person, past tense from Alix’s viewpoint, and with a linear narrative. This makes a refreshing change from so many modern novels featuring multiple narrators, flashbacks and the present tense.

Alix is an unlikely heroine but smart, funny and endearing. I found the novel completely absoring and could not put it down.

The Man Made of Smoke by Alex North *****

Published 13 May 2025.

Daniel Garvie was just a child when he saw a little boy at a service station with a terrifying stranger who turns out to be a serial killer known as The Pied Piper. The encounter has always haunted Dan, who is now a criminal psychiatrist working with imprisoned murderers.

When he receives the news that his father has apparently committed suicide, he goes back to the island where he was brought up. He finds himself caught in a race against time in pursuit of the truth.

The Man Made of Smoke is an incredible, horrible thriller. I had me on the edge of my seat with filmic moments that made me shudder.

Weaving the story through multiple viewpoints, Alex North pulls off a masterpiece in the crime/horror/thriller genre.

Pacy, insightful, frightening, atmospheric, very well written and a great denouement I did not anticipate.

I have no hesitation in giving five stars to The Man Made of Smoke. A terrific read if you like this sort of thing – which I do.

The joy of small things

It’s a grey day in February and I haven’t blogged for weeks.

Sorry.

Up on Bluebell Hill, high winds have wreaked havoc with the beech trees. The bridleway is unpassable, even for a high-jumping horse.

The forest floor is littered with the bones of old beeches, like a dinosaur graveyard.

It’s cold and drizzly today. On days like these, you can understand why people go away for months at a time to get some sunshine and to avoid being saddled with seasonal affective disorder, the acronym of which – SAD – couldn’t be more accurate.

Every now and then, though, the sun peeps through and, recently, we’ve had some cracking blue skies, which, despite the nonsense going on in the world at the moment, give one hope for the future.

Not much of a blue sky in this picture, but the combination of the frost in the fields and the outline of a majestic tree in the distance, naked against the winter sun, was an unexpected tonic.

We wish you a merry Christmas

It’s been a busy old few weeks – nay months – in the Grigg household.

Alongside freelance work, there’s been a weekend away in London with the granddaughters for The Lion King, an overnight stay in Bournemouth to see The Human League with my flatmate from forty-three years ago, a school nativity play, the village carol service and putting on an archive film show to a packed audience in Bridport.

And that was just in the past week.

I’m not sure where the time goes but the year’s gone by so fast, I had a devil of a job keeping up with it.

The Christmas cards, bar a few, are nearly all delivered, presents bought and wrapped and a couple of days have been set aside over the weekend to prepare for Christmas next week and the big day that is Boxing Day when the hordes descend on our little house.

A New Year’s Eve playlist needs to be compiled and fine tuned for the party in the community pub, where, at just before midnight on 31 December, we all go out in the village square and sing Auld Lang Syne, and the traffic has to stop, whether it likes it or not.

A manuscript of mine has been shortlisted for The Eyelands Book Awards, which is very exciting and still is, even if I don’t win the competition. The unpublished novel – a cosy crime set on a Greek island (a kind of Bridget Jones-meets-Death In Paradise-meets-Mamma Mia!) had already been shortlisted in two other prestigious writing contests this year so I’m crossing my fingers, toes and eyes for this one.

I’ll be pursuing my search for a literary agent with renewed vigour in the new year, as well as working on the sequel, with a writing buddy from Australia who I ‘met’ on an online crime writing course run by Curtis Brown Creative.

Last year, we exhanged 5,000 words a week for critiquing, which was helpful in giving us the push we both needed to get our novels finished.

If you’re a budding writer and looking for impetus, I’d recommend the CBC courses wholeheartedly. Seven years ago, I signed up for one and I’m still in touch with group members, many of whom are now published writers. The support and encouragement we give each other is brilliant.

I’m not much of a one for new year’s resolutions but I’m endeavouring to get on with things, ticking off my copious to-do lists and living life to the full.

Blogging might take more of a back seat than usual, and how I use this website in the future is still up for debate, but you can find my column each week in The People’s Friend, the world’s longest-running magazine for women.

So Merry Christmas to you and yours and here’s to a peaceful, healthy and happy 2025.

Ten years a columnist

I’ve just penned my 500th weekly column for The People’s Friend magazine.

You’ll have to wait a little while to read it, but I’ve worked out that’s about 300,000 words in the last decade.

Cripes!

I could have written a J R R Tolkien-like epic at that rate, if only I’d put 600-700 words down towards it every week for ten years.

Still, the gig at The People’s Friend – the world’s longest-running women’s weekly magazine – is a joy, especially as it came to me without any pitching on my part.

Back in 2006, I started studying for a Bachelor of Arts degree in humanities with The Open University, alongside working full time.

I took two creative writing modules as part of my studies and, in 2011 I was awarded a first class honours degree. It was a wonderful experience, and I’ll never forget the graduation ceremony, surrounded by family and friends and fellow graduates.

As part of the first creative writing module, I started a blog called The World From My Window in which I charted everyday life.

I was put on to blogging by my old flatmade, Gail, who runs the fashion and book blog for over-50s, Is This Mutton?

It was a good move – the blog got me and my writing out there and attracted the attention of The People’s Friend, whose editorial team just happened to be looking for a weekly columnist.

I am forever pinching myself for my good fortune. And the day I received my official contract through the post from D C Thomson (publishers of The Beano, no less) felt like winning the Lottery.

The moral of this story is that if you love doing something, just do it. Who knows where it might lead?