oh, well

I'm in the middle of a bunch of books, and have definitely finished some I haven't written about yet. My system is most decidedly failing me. But I did finish one on the bus ride to work this morning, Kate Morton's The Secret Keeper (2012). This is pretty classic Morton - jumping between England and Australia, between big-deal time periods (WWII London figures heavily here), strong and memorable women, and Big Secrets. That's not to say that being classic Morton isn't a good thing, of course. Her books are eminently readable, quite decently written, and have some lovely language in them. They're just not especially earth-shaking. But I don't think they're meant to be. They are what they are, and very good for it. I saw the surprise ending, if that's what it was meant to be, coming a ways off, but I enjoyed the book no less for that. I definitely got caught up in the story, and had to stop myself from getting teary on the Number 1 bus - then again, old people on their death bed get to me these days. Anyhow, liked it, would recommend it. Good for curling up under the covers or in front of the fireplace, or a lazy day in the grass. Or the bus!