The Japanese Lover by Isabelle Allende: I will always read everything Allende writes, always. Goodreads describes it as ‘an exquisitely crafted love story and multigenerational epic that sweeps from San Francisco in the present-day to Poland and the United States during the Second World War.’ This is much more modern piece of fiction from her than my beloved House of the Spirits and is set her adopted hometown of San Francisco. She doesn’t shy away from political commentary and was glad she turned her pen towards a dark time in American history – the internment of citizens of Japanese descent during WWII. I also love that she writes so eloquently about aging with dignity. I really enjoyed it!
Murder on the Orient Express (Hercule Poirot #10) by Agatha Christie: I listened to this on a car trip and thoroughly enjoyed it. I’m clearly getting into Christie!
Blood on Snow by Jo Nesbo: I also listened to this on the same car trip and while I enjoyed the story, I found the narrators voice to be incredibly grating. She has a strong clear New York accent and while I’m sure the New York based editors couldn’t hear it – it was beyond distracting from the otherwise well written story. You follow an unusually successful hit man with quite a capacity for love as he grapples with one final job from his boss.
What I Watched: The Lizze Borden Chronicles, Tangerine, Journey to the Center of the Earth (holy sexism Batman!), Princess Kaiulani, Guys and Dolls