Night Work by Steve Hamilton, 2006, was very mediocre. Don’t know whether it was because I hated the reader or if it was the book. More the reader I think. It read like a ho-hum cop show, barely kept my interest. Thank god it was short.

The good book is by Diane Ackerman, One Hundred Names for Love, 2011. A non-fiction book about her husband’s, Paul West, stroke. He loses all language, and she is going to help to bring that back but I have not got that far. Interesting book.