Friday, October 29, 2010

... in books

Some time ago I found some really great books by Cleo Coyle
The series is called Coffee House Mystery and is so wonderfully written. 

The story is about a Claire Cosy who returns to New York City to manage her ex-mother in laws Coffehouse "The Village Blend" in Greenwich Village. Also part of the story is her ex-husband Mattheo, the Village Blend's coffee buyer, Madame, Mattheo's mother and the owner of the Blend and Claire and Mattheos daughter Joy.

In the first book "On what grounds" a muder takes place in the coffeehouse and Claire starts to snoop around. She unravels the whole story around the crime and in the end it is her who solves the murder.
In "Through the grinder", the second book, Claire gets involved with a man who had relationships with several other women who committed suicide. It is clear that Claire has to investigate. Was it suicide or was a murderer involved?

The stories are all thrilling and absolutely fabously written and at the end of each book there are some recipies for special kinds of coffee, brownies, cookies and many other goodies.

While reading I was able to see the whole action before me and I could also smell the coffee. So try to read it with coffee in reach - you will really want one.

Monday, October 25, 2010

... in books

This is part of my bookcase.
All books are stored there in at least two rows and there isn't that much space left.
I just hope that I will soon find the perfect solution for storing my books because I really really run out of space.
I store my books by language and genre. So all English books have a different shelf than the German ones and German crime is stored seperate to German fiction or literature.
I am one of those people who think that a bookshelf tells a lot about the person. I think houses without books are a little bit spooky. I know that not many read as much as I do but I hope that everybody reads at least a bit (but I fear that this isn't the case either).

So speaking of reading, I will now go and start reading Josephin Humphreys' "The Fireman's Fair" for university.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

My life ...


I am a real bookworm!

People who know me will nod because it is so true.
I cannot remeber the last time I left the house without a book in my bag. I carry one with me even when friends collect me from my house and bring me back after the evening at the pub. I don't really know why I am taking a book with me. There never is even a slight chance that I will get bored but I am prepared.

What is reading for me?
Reading a good book, which fascinates me, is like living someone elses life for a while. Not that I don't like my life. It is just a way to escape the routine, to enjoy my life a wee bit more (by the way, I am more drawn to American English but I just love the word "wee". It sounds so tiny and superfunny, kind of like a small creature.).
For me reading is definitively a way of relaxing. That's why I was the only one who read three books during a week while on vacation with some friends. The others slept, talkes or listened to music - I read.

I don't really know why I start this blog now. Maybe I just want to document how much I read, tell people what I read and why I like it. I don't know. We will see what will happen to this little blog.

I just wish you all a good night and I will now go to bed and read a few pages.
So, I am off to the Yorkshire Dales in England