I am currently sticking to my resolution and have read seven novels thus far this year. It’s not something to write home about particularly – after all, it’s only one book a month – but compared to the drought that was 2015, it is a veritable smorgasbord of words.

Valey of the Dolls by Jacqueline Susann; The Stepford Wives by Ira Levin; The Hunted by Elmore Leonard; A Case of Need by Michael Crichton; Mister X by John Lutz; The Jonah by James Herbert; The Pelican Brief by John Grisham.

Unfortunately, none of them have really grabbed me and left a mark, but I know that great literary rollercoaster will come. I’m really just happy at the moment to be click-clacking up the hill…