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4 Sep 2017

A Killer Harvest by Paul Cleave

A Killer Harvest reprises The Hands of Orlac idea that body parts transplanted onto a new host will carry the evil intent of the donors – as donors in historic horror are most likely to come from the criminal classes. Cleave has wrapped this in the current pseudoscience of cellular memory. He has also updated the classic source of the harvested organs (criminals) by having some of his central police and medical characters in on a scheme to harvest organs for the greater good, by the summary execution of suspects.

16 Aug 2017

Fletcher of the Bounty by Graeme Lay

I really enjoyed Lay’s James Cook trilogy, from the first installment which adores Cook, through to the final depiction of a man gone mad. I picked up Fletcher of the Bounty expecting a combination of the two – adoring of Christian and a depiction of an insane Bligh – needless to say my history of the events comes from various movies!

31 Jul 2017

The Earth Cries Out by Bonnie Etherington

Ruth is a young girl, living with her family on her grandparent’s apple orchard in Nelson, when a terrible accident tears her family apart. Ironically it also keeps her family together, as her parents were talking divorce before the accident, but afterwards her father decides they should take their grief to Irian Jaya.

26 Jul 2017

The Force by Don Winslow

Denny Malone is the King of Manhattan North, part of an elite squad formed to deal with illegal drugs and guns coming to the gangs through the ‘iron pipeline’. He loves his job and loves his city and always does ‘the right thing’. Dennis Malone is also a corrupt drug slinger, thinking at least the money is being used for good, and that at least the drugs are being kept off his turf.

17 Jul 2017

Lifting by Damien Wilkins

Lifting is inconclusive and ambiguous, even the title can refer to petty crime or to triumphant moments, it harkens to a time of clarity and certainty that probably never existed on an individual level, not even in youth, and definitely not in any previous era. It is a lovely read about passing of time and how every now and again that passage leaves you unmoored for a while.