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The Affair by Lee Child

I was on holiday at Cotillo Beach Hotel in El Cotillo on Fuerteventura when I read this book. That hotel is reviewed at https://hotelandrestaurantreviews.com/2013/04/11/cotillo-beach-…eventura-spain/. I had finished the two books that I had taken with me, so I borrowed this one from my husband. I enjoy the books Lee Child has written about his nomadic character, …

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Blood Tears by Michael J Malone

The first time I met Micheal J Malone was in August of this year as a part of the Tidelines Festival in North Ayrshire, Scotland. He was indulging in his first love and reading some of his poetry from his book In The Raw. That book is reviewed on this site at https://bookreviewstoday.wordpress.com/2014/10/20/in-the-raw-by-michael-malone/. His poetry …

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Everything You Know by Zoe Heller

Zoe Heller was born in London, England in 1965 and educated at Oxford University, UK and Columbia University, New York, USA. She is a journalist who, after writing book reviews for various newspapers, became a feature writer for The Independent in England. She wrote a weekly confessional column for the Sunday Times in London for …

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Evil Under the Sun by Agatha Christie

Agatha Mary Clarissa Miller was born in Torquay, Devon, England, U.K.  She was the youngest of three children.   She wrote romance novels under the pseudonym  Mary Westmacott and was occasionally published under the name Agatha Christie Mallowan but it is for writing crime mysteries as Agatha Christie that she is best known. Evil Under The Sun is …

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A Small Weeping by Alex Gray

  Alex Gray is a well respected author in Scotland and, although I enjoy detective novels, I had never read any of her work.  My friend Dawn recommended her work to me, so I chose this book when I found it in our local library.  Gray’s books revolve around her character Detective Chief Inspector Lorimer. …

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