Jane:

I’m the first to admit I’m not the greatest reader. It’s not that I don’t want to be – I love reading – but in recent years time has been my enemy. In 2019 that is set to change as I kick my other business commitments into touch to become a full time writer. Surely there will be time for reading as well?

Many of the books I read at the moment are either for research purposes or to help out other authors, mainly so I can give reviews. I used to laugh at my father for reading only books by people he knew, but now I understand.

First off the blocks was Sapere author Gail Lindenberg’s He Wrote Her Every Day. It’s the story of her GI father’s Second World War, told mainly through his letters, and I chose it partly for research, partly so I could review it and partly because I knew I would enjoy it.

It was a fascinating insight into the life of an American soldier, both training before traveling to Europe and in the final push across Belgium and Germany. Because it was based on Jim’s letters home there are no gory details, but it’s an accurate historical account of one soldier’s war as well as the love story of the early days of his marriage.

With broadening my horizons in mind I’ve joined a book club at my local pub. At my first meeting we spent most of the time chatting about life and books in general, rather than about Wolf Hall, which had been their book for November/December. Very few people had managed to finish it, not because of its quality, but because of its length. I think we were all rather relieved that January’s book was a slim volume, My Uncle Silas, by HE Bates. Although beautifully written I found it rather dated for modern tastes and I’ll be interested to hear what the others make of it.

Kitty:

I always have a huge pile of books on the go at the same time, so my flittergibbet butterfly mind always has something to keep it hooked. At the start of this month I promised myself that as well as reading copious amounts of romantic comedies, which are always a pleasure but also help me keep apace of the market, I would begin to revisit some of the books I loved as an adolescent and revel in the stories that helped shape my notions of romance.

I’m pleased I’m doing it and I’m loving it, although some of those epic sagas I used to devour very much reflect the time and attitudes of when they were published. I raced through Hardacre by C S Skelton and adored it as much as I ever did and am currently half way through Penmarric by Susan Howatch which is being remade for television as I type and is chock full of dark brooding Cornish heroes that probably deserve to be locked up!

I’ve just finished Margaret James’ new thriller, The Final Reckoning which had a twist I didn’t see coming at all and The Wedding Shop on Wexley Street which was my first by Rachel Dove but won’t be my last, made me roar with laughter and was exactly my kind of humour. I’ve also just finished Sophie Duffy’s Betsy and Lilibet which is a perfect example of her feelgood women’s fiction which always leave me warm and smooshy on the inside. And on a more serious note, I’ve started reading Empire of Cotton – A global history by Sven Beckert which is a non-fiction book all about, obviously, the cotton trade and appeals to my inner history geek. It’s been a busy old month.