I had a brain wave again. We all know what that means. I’m going to inflict some drivel on you. Book related drivel of course.

This time it was school run inspiration that struck. A post about the last book I read, the last book I reviewed and the latest book that arrived here, either purchased live from an actual shop (if I can remember what a bookshop looks like), bought online and delivered or kindly sent for review by a publisher or author.

So before your eyes gloss over even more, here are the inaugural books.

The last book I read:

My Husband Simon by Mollie Panter – Downes, published by the British Library.

My Husband Simon tells the story of the married life of Nevis Falconer, a young woman novelist, and Simon Quinn. Temperamentally unsuited, they are only kept together by a mutual physical attraction, in spite of innumerable quarrels. They live this superficial existence for three years, until one day Nevis meets Marcus Chard, her American publisher, who has just arrived in London. Soon friendship develops into love. Inevitably a problem faces her. Wife or mistress? Nevis finds herself caught in a whirl of circumstances over which she has no control.

The last book I reviewed:

My Sister, the Serial Killer by Oyinkan Braithwaite, published by Atlantic.

When Korede’s dinner is interrupted one night by a distress call from her sister, Ayoola, she knows what’s expected of her: bleach, rubber gloves, nerves of steel and a strong stomach. This’ll be the third boyfriend Ayoola’s dispatched in, quote, self-defence and the third mess that her lethal little sibling has left Korede to clear away. She should probably go to the police for the good of the menfolk of Nigeria, but she loves her sister and, as they say, family always comes first. Until, that is, Ayoola starts dating the doctor where Korede works as a nurse. Korede’s long been in love with him, and isn’t prepared to see him wind up with a knife in his back: but to save one would mean sacrificing the other…

( A darkly comic tale that begs the question, who is worse, the killer or the one who covers for her. You can read the review here).

The last book that arrived at home:

Why I’m No Longer Talking to White People About Race by Reni Eddo-Lodge, published by Bloomsbury.

The book that sparked a national conversation. Exploring everything from eradicated black history to the inextricable link between class and race, Why I’m No Longer Talking to White People About Race is the essential handbook for anyone who wants to understand race relations in Britain today.

So there we are, a little glimpse into my reading habits. Now you’ll be able to tell how far behind I am on my reviewing if you keep an eye on future posts. What would your three books be? Until the next time inspiration strikes…