I finished The silkworm by Galbraith/Rowling.
I really enjoyed it: if you like well written detective novels you will, too. It is almost a modern "cosy" crime novel, despite the particularly gruesome murder which is the heart of the story.
Ex-soldier detective Cormoran and his secretary assistant-in-training Robin are great characters and I'm looking forward to reading more about them - will Robin marry her annoying fiance, Matthew? Will Cormoran's nutty ex-girlfriend re-appear to wreak havoc? Will the next book in the series be set in the pop music world with Cormoran's rock star father somehow involved?
Rowling is so good at writing real people: the creepy publisher Rupert Chard, the vain author Fancourt, the needy would-be girlfriend Nina, the victim's long-suffering wife and his disabled daughter and their kindly neighbour Edna: all these and many other believable characters appear in the book.
Over on Goodreads a few of the reviewers have a tendency to look for Harry Potter type characters in these books, and because of the way Cormoran and Robin are described physically they make the Hagrid/Hermione comparisons which I think is a bit silly and un-necessary. I can understand why Rowling wrote the first Strike novel under the Galbraith pseudonym, to avoid these sort of comments.
I think it's a great series. Looking forward to reading the next one.
My next book is one about the Abbotsford Convent! I've only read a few pages and am already finding it harrowing. It's in the Young Adult genre, which I love, so I'll report back next week.
Today has been bitterly cold. I left the house only once, to go and buy fish for dinner.
It smells pretty good here today: I've made soup, and a quick and dirty chocolate slice and some caramel biscuits to fill up the tins for the weekend. J has been at a school ski camp at Mount Buller all week and gets home later tonight, I thought he may need to fill up after camp food all week.
I've written before about the family cake tins: I am a bit of a tin collector, but I've actually thinned my collection down over the last six months, and have only kept a dozen or so ( I'm not counting). I have quite a few on the kitchen windowsill at the moment because I like looking at them. There are only a few which are purely decorative, the others are all being used for something: pens, tea, biscuits, bulldog clips, whatever.