March Wrap up...

I've had a not so good reading month, not sure why, but I've only just finished an Inspector Banks Mystery by Peter Robinson.  Interesting and somewhat confusing, I almost wanted to take a highlighter out and sort things out.  Eventually I got it!  I've not read much of Inspector Banks, I like him, but I don't know him.

A piece of my Heart, was a scary trip back to the time of the Manson Murders.  It was a very scary time, all that LOUD music, drugs and free love.  I'm so glad I wasn't part of that.  Never been to a rock concert, even though I did wear bell bottoms.

From Publishers Weekly

Det. Insp. Alan Banks investigates the apparently motiveless murder of Nicholas Barber, a rock journalist from London visiting a small town near Banks's Yorkshire police precinct, in Robinson's less-than-stellar 14th novel to feature the Yorkshire police detective. Meanwhile, another mystery unfolds in a parallel narrative, the fatal stabbing of a young woman at a local rock festival back in 1969. Needless to say, the cases are intertwined—as Banks puts it, "the past is never over"—and part of the pleasure is trying to piece together the links. Unfortunately, Robinson takes too long to connect the two stories, and the earlier thread suffers from the lack of Banks's engaging presence (though it does capture, with great fidelity, that odd mixture of self-absorption and idealism of the late 1960s and the whole hippie/rock music scene). As always, the author's prose is clear, observant and intelligent, but the story itself is not nearly as compelling as 2005's Strange Affair. 6-city author tour. (June)