Finally, after waiting since last October, I got Peter May's Runaway from the library last week. Just started it today, and I'm quite confident that it will end up in my "Favorites" list. Peter May, for those who may not be familiar with the name, is the Scottish author of the glorious Lewis Trilogy which all take place in the Hebrides Islands. I think a number of Fiction Group members have read those. Anyway, Runaway takes place between Glasgow and London, moving back and forth from the present to 1965 and back, following the story of 5 friends who formed a rock band in the 60s in Glasgow, and travelled to London to seek their fortune. I've been really looking forward to reading this one!
And in an embarrassment of riches, waiting for me at the library are two other books I've had on order for many months: Open Grave by Swedish author Kjell Eriksson, and Icelandic author Arnaldur Indriðason's latest Erlandur novel, Into Oblivion. Both of these books were published in 2015, but it's taken some time for them to make their way into the library system. I'm just delighted that they've finally made it.
Kjell Eriksson is a fine writer, and I've been impressed and well-entertained by all his novels to date.
Arnaldur Indriðason may be one of my favorite authors ever. His chief protagonist, Inspector Erlandur, is one of the most compelling fictional characters I've ever had the pleasure to encounter.
So, I'll be hanging out in Scotland, Sweden, and Iceland this week - much to my delight!
I suppose I ought to mention that for the past few weeks I've mostly been in Peaks District of England, making my way through 15 books by British author Stephen Booth in order. They were sufficiently enjoyable and diverting, although nothing outstanding - sort of standard British police procedural fare. But it's been interesting to visit that part of Britain, the plots were fairly original, and I grew fond of the main protagonist and most of the cast of secondary characters. They were a pleasant way to while away many cold winter afternoons and evenings.
But I must admit, I'm far more enamored of the Scots and the Scandinavians than I could ever be of the Brits.