I’ve read so many books over the years, it’s a wonder how some of them still stick out in my memory. They have nothing in common, except for being set in our own world, dealing with problems and characters that could be real. Here are my top four choices, all of which are very easy to come by:


About A Boy by Nick Hornby

Will is a man who acts more like a boy. Meanwhile, Marcus is a boy too mature for his age. In this case, Hornby moves off his preferred first person to a limited omniscient point of view, streaming the thoughts of the two main characters as their very different and separate lives collide and intertwine. The author interprets the characters’ thoughts in a way that has you nodding in understanding. The last third of this comedy-drama is very different to that of the film based on it.


Rebecca by Daphne Du Maurier

The unnamed persona marries rich Maximilian de Winter, knowing solely that he is the owner of a beautiful mansion and that his first wife died a tragic death. She is taken to rule over the estate of Manderley, little knowing the secret that will soon start to haunt her every day. This is a chilling though fictional account that will keep you in suspense throughout. Interestingly, this gothic romance was turned into a film in 1940, directed by Alfred Hitchcock.



The Blue Hour by Kate Thompson

Maddie Godard is bored of her exhausting routine. When she tries something out of line to surprise her boyfriend Josh, the plan backfires and she gets more than she’s bargained for. Now, she must flee her cruel present and start anew, and a rural village in France seems just the place to escape to. This makes for good rereading, as it is more concerned with character development and feelings rather than the story itself, which is a deep kind of romance. You won’t mind meeting the characters all over again every time, despite knowing their fate already.


And Justice There Is None by Deborah Crombie

There’s present day Notting Hill – affluent and fashionable and in the novel, also shocked by the recent murder of a trophy wife. Meanwhile, there’s a 1960s side to the same place – a drug-infested slum area which also has a tale to tell. Crombie flits between two seemingly separate stories in one novel, bringing them together at the end in a fantastical yet reasonable explanation for the murder mystery that causes chaos for the characters. It’s a whodunnit above all other things, so not such a good book to go through more than once if you tend to remember details.