The Last Honest Woman by Nora Roberts

Now, after reading something so heavy (like Wolf Hall) and then something mad (like Fear and Loathing) I needed to give my brain a big break. So what did I choose? A sure thing - a Nora Roberts. The Last Honest Woman is the first in the O'Hurley series and follows the middle triplet (of the O'Hurley triplets) Abby. Abby is a race car driver's widow, with two young sons, struggling to get her horse breeding business up and running. But for reasons that aren't just to do with money, but her own sons' memories of their father, she agrees to an authorised biography of her ex. This also includes having the writer, Dylan, come to stay at her home for a few weeks. Harmless, she thinks, she hasn't felt anything for a man in a long time...

But, Abby wasn't prepared for Dylan. While in the beginning you quickly figure out that the race car driver was not only a terrible husband, but a negligent father and that Abby is only trying to protect her sons, Dylan is hardly like-able. I wanted to protect Abby from him, until Nora worked her magic and showed that true love (in Nora Robert World) can bring out any man's true kindness. Dylan goes from writer in residence to care-giver. Abby's character is one of the best Nora has crafted, being both strong-willed and inspiring, she is a woman who lives with her mistakes and focuses on how to make the world better for her children.

As with all Nora's this book has it's ups and downs and proves that honesty is always best, especially when two people fall in love.

Final verdict, if you love a bit of Nora have a look through her back catalogue, it is a foray of genius and you get to read the first of those recycled story-lines, which is always a bonus. A great book to cleanse the palate, before embarking on your next epic (War and Peace?) - but watch out, this is a quartet so try and resist the wonderful next book, about the youngest O'Hurley triplet and her adventures on and off the Broadway stage!

Also, a quick bit about the cover I have chosen: How brilliant is this? A classic cover that you hardly see anymore. The cover of my actual book (I must confess it was the 2-in-1 O'Hurley's Born) pales in comparison. Let's bring those old covers back! Whenever I review a Nora again I will include not only the cover of the book I am reading, but the vintage cover as well! Enjoy.

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson

Have you ever read this book? If not, get yourself a copy! Beg, borrow, buy and whatever you do do not bow to pressure from the others - those people who might not understand.

As a girl - yes I am a girl, well a woman, but let's not get hung up on labels - reading this book, I noticed many manly-looking men glance at me pityingly. It was as if they felt, I would not understand this book, this book about the American Dream, that I was far too simple to leap inside this book and the electric writing and come out with any understanding. Perhaps, I didn't. I would never claim to have understood this book, but I did feel. I felt an incredible rush of emotions crashing head-long into each other with every turn of the page.

If any book could ever conduct electricity, it would be 'Fear and Loathing'. From the first page, you feel the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. As you enter the Mint Hotel you find yourself dissolving into a particularly hairy paranoid delusion that drives you slightly insane, with words running into each other as if they're drunkenly charging down a corridor, crashing against the walls of convention. You are hooked. I felt like the hitchhiker, an innocent locked in a car with two crazy men, speeding along a desert highway desperate for escape - but did I leap out of a moving vehicle? Hell no! I grabbed hold of the door handle and went along for the ride.

If you have ever seen the movie, you will be able to envision the type of journey this book is taking you on, but it is so much more than that. I can't wait to re-read it. Next time, I will grab myself a litre of Wild Turkey, hunker down in a spot of sunlight and not move until I have read it cover to cover. I can only encourage you to do the same (except please, you know, drink responsibly and wear sunscreen, etc. Though, I suppose, Hunter S. Thompson would think that lame.)

Wolf Hall by Hilary Mantel

Just before 12 o'clock this morning (or I guess we are just entering the afternoon) I finished Wolf Hall. I had started it on my (early) summer holiday and had been getting very into it - but found it quite hard to read on a beach (probably the only person who had this problem). But since then, I haven't been able to put it down.

Waking up at 6am (by mistake - thank you sunshine and thin curtains) suddenly became a blessing, I was able to heft this tomb from my bedside table and read for an hour and a half before getting ready for work. I even read it on the train (crushed, at rush hour), but oh how much I adored reading it. It was worth all the tired mornings and the hand/arm aches, because this book is truly a tremendous, epic history of one man's journey to power.

Thomas Cromwell is a man we all know from our primary school history lessons. He was that guy who made the Church of England and helped Henry VIII get rid of his boring, old wife Katherine and get a new exciting one, Anne Boleyn. Now, check all of your school girl/guy history buff knowledge at the door. While the Tudor period of English history is one of the most exciting and baffling reigns you are allowed to study in school, we all remember the rhyme: Divorced, beheaded, died, divorced, beheaded, survived. And if you have seen this episode of QI, you will know that the number of true wives Henry VIII had is still under debate - do you count the divorces, is his marriage to Anne a true one and on and on and on... For Hilary Mantel (and many other historical novelists) this is a period with such incredible richness it would almost be unkind not to dive right in.

Now, Thomas Cromwell, is a man we are taught well to hate, but as with Mantel's other fabulous novels, she takes an "evil" character and makes him human. I read Mantel's A Place of Greater Safety at university and sat for three days reading non-stop - it was truly a glorious book - and somehow I found myself close to tears when the inevitable happens. It is just the same here (though Mantel has cleverly eked it out to a trilogy - the publishing version of a hat trick) Cromwell is always cast as the villain and yet I found myself understanding him and his own actions.

The novel begins with Cromwell as a young boy, being beaten by his father in Putney, swiftly we are moved through the years and are now faced with a protagonist with a murky history who happens to work for Cardinal Wolsey. Here is another "evil" man were are told to hate from history, and yet we see him as Cromwell does: Yes, he is out for power, yes, he does believe himself to be the centre of the universe and yes, he's made some errors, but he was also a very nice to his servants. (Don't worry, dear reader if you fear I will launch into a History Boys-esque 'Hilter was a sweetie' essay - this is not that kind of review.) Then we see the fall of Wolsey and somehow begin to see that while Cromwell is Wolsey's man he is still moving up the ranks in court. When did a brewer's/blacksmith's son ever become a king's confident, the highest courtier and the most powerful man in England? The answer to all your questions rest within the pages of this book.

So, without giving too much away here is what I thought:
There are so many people called Thomas in this book, thankfully many of them are referred to by their last name - keeps things simple.
Mantel has written this book in a present tense style that can sometimes feel quite confusing as 'he' is normally Cromwell, but can also be any number of other male characters Cromwell happens to be in the same room with or thinking about.
Anne is exactly as I wanted her to be, a cruel malicious woman who has managed to scheme her way to the top and once there, can hope only to deliver an heir to the throne, or risk losing everything she fought so hard to achieve. I also loved Mary Carey (that's Anne's sister), while we have all learnt to pity and love her in Philippa Gregory's The Other Boleyn Girl, she felt fresh and interesting.
Cromwell's character is so complex, you find yourself wondering constantly about the moments in his past (his secrets) that even the reader doesn't know about.
Also, there is a delicious peek at what is to come, with Jane Seymour growing up, while Anne is on the rise.

In total, this is a book anyone who loves/likes to read will love. It is elegantly written, compelling and rich in fantastic characters from a period we all have some knowledge of. As Mantel's follow-up is out now, Bring Up The Bodies, this is the perfect time to get into the series. A refreshing take on a much loved period of history, that is just as unputdownable as you could imagine.