Why are books so long these days? I have just re-read (for the umpteenth time) Miss Pym Disposes by Josephine Tey, which has 192 pages in paperback. I have also just finished Troubled Blood, the latest Robert Galbraith novel, which has 927 (!!) pages in hardback. Both good stories, but by the time I had finished Troubled Blood I had forgotten quite a lot of what had happened earlier in the book. What do you think - are books sometimes just too long?
Sunday still feels different. Does anyone else notice that?
Words you don’t often see now.
Venezuela earthquakes, is £2million all the UK can afford to send for the relief effort?




that's several weeks of my life, I'll never get back! However, I'm happy to say 200 pages in, I'm enjoying "Troubled Blood"