The Suspicions of Mr Whicher
One of my mothers books its a novelisation of a famous Victorian murder. I quite enjoyed it but found myself skipping bits and racing to the end to find out who had done it. There were lots of bits of detail which I found extraneous, probably because I have read an awfully large amount of crime novels, mostly factual. It was most interesting to me because of the 'unmasking' of a seemingly normal Victorian family as thoroughly seedy underneath.
Had an unpleasant experience with some other mothers yesterday, felt like I was back at school again. Can't believe that some people still behave like teenagers even though they are adults and parents. Very sad.
Bethenny Frankel is still at the beach
8 years ago