And Then There Were None

by Agatha Christie

And Then There Were None was my first jump into Agatha Christie. I love a good mystery and classics so I’m not sure why it took me so long to read one of the legend’s books. This was a good one to start with because besides Murder on the Orient Express I believe this is just as popular. I also grabbed the recent movie remake from the library so I could watch the book come to life afterwards.

And Then There Were None (Book): This book was so fast pace and non stop action. Every time I thought I might know who it was they were no longer in the picture. This was a book I couldn’t put down and ended up reading it all in 1 setting. This book hooked me and I want to read and collect all of her books. I can see why she is called the Queen of Mystery. Even now so many years later her books are still so good. I’ve always said you can’t go wrong with a good classic and this proves it. The characters were all a little unlike-able but I think that was the point. They did horrible things and got away with it. What really made this atmosphere seem eerie and upped the mystery factor was the nursery rhyme and the little solider pieces. Each murder followed the nursery rhyme and then a pawn would be missing. I really liked the plot line of each character being a pawn in this persons game. It was an angle that I wasn’t expecting and really made the story fit together so well. It did read a little dated but not so much that it would be hard for the younger generations to read and enjoy it. My classic bookworm reader in the house loved it and she even figured it out. If any one ask me for some good thrills and chills books to read I will be telling them they have to read this book!

And Then There Were None (Movie): The movie did change-up some of the story line and while I knew the changes since I had just read the book it didn’t ruin the movie for me. I was fine with the changes. That being said there was  only thing I would have taken out. The party scene where they were all doing drugs. I mean yes drugs were around even back then but it didn’t really add anything important to the movie so I would have left it out. The characters in the movie seemed a little less evil and I liked them a tiny bit better than I did in the book. Most of the time I will say the book was better sometimes way better. In this case yes the book was better but for me the movie was just as good in its own right. I think if someone watched this having never read the book or any Agatha Christie books they might just go to their library or bookstore and grab some of her works.

This combination hooked my bookworm and I and we decided we are going to read and collect all of Agatha Christie’s books. We hope to find more movies or TV Shows based on the books so we can continue the Read and Watch with not only Agatha Christie but with more classics. We are making October Agatha Christie binge read and see just how many we can read. We also want to read Murder on the Orient Express before the remake comes out on the big screen November 10th.

THE BOOKSHOP ON THE CORNER

By Jenny Colgan

William Morrow Paperbacks

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The Bookshop on the Corner is a sweet book to read and perfect for when you’re looking for something light hearted and feel good. This book will speak to every girl bookworm. I’ve always thought it would be so neat to own a bookstore. Nina uproots and leaves everything she knows and opens a bookmobile! How fun is that, add her spunky attitude and you’ve got a character that has a backbone and one I know I’d want to be friends with. You can’t go wrong ever if the name of the cover of the book is Jenny Colgan. I’m serious I’m not a big chick lit fan, but Jenny  writes such sweet, warm and fuzzy books. I just know if it’s her book I will love it.

About the Book

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Nina Redmond is a literary matchmaker. Pairing a reader with that perfect book is her passion… and also her job. Or at least it was. Until yesterday, she was a librarian in the hectic city. But now the job she loved is no more. 

Determined to make a new life for herself, Nina moves to a sleepy village many miles away. There she buys a van and transforms it into a bookmobile—a mobile bookshop that she drives from neighborhood to neighborhood, changing one life after another with the power of storytelling. 

From helping her grumpy landlord deliver a lamb, to sharing picnics with a charming train conductor who serenades her with poetry, Nina discovers there’s plenty of adventure, magic, and soul in a place that’s beginning to feel like home… a place where she just might be able to write her own happy ending.

Excerpt from THE BOOKSHOP ON THE CORNER:

The problem with good things that happen is that very often they disguise themselves as awful things. It would be lovely, wouldn’t it, whenever you’re going through something difficult, if someone could just tap you on the shoulder and say, “Don’t worry, it’s completely worth it. It seems like absolutely horrible crap now, but I promise it will all come good in the end,” and you could say, “Thank you, Fairy Godmother.” You might also say, “Will I also lose that seven pounds?” and they would say, “But of course, my child!”

That would be useful, but it isn’t how it is, which is why we sometimes plow on too long with things that aren’t making us happy, or give up too quickly on something that might yet work itself out, and it is often difficult to tell precisely which is which.

A life lived forward can be a really irritating thing. So Nina thought, at any rate. Nina Redmond, twenty-nine, was telling herself not to cry in public. If you have ever tried giving yourself a good talking-to, you’ll know it doesn’t work terribly well. She was at work, for goodness’ sake. You weren’t meant to cry at work.

She wondered if anyone else ever did. Then she wondered if maybe everyone did, even Cathy Neeson, with her stiff too-blond hair, and her thin mouth and her spreadsheets, who was right at this moment standing in a corner, watching the room with folded arms and a grim expression, after delivering to the small team Nina was a member of a speech filled with jargon about how there were cutbacks all over, and Birmingham couldn’t afford to maintain all its libraries, and how austerity was something they just had to get used to.

Nina reckoned probably not. Some people just didn’t have a tear in them.

(What Nina didn’t know was that Cathy Neeson cried on the way to work, on the way home from work—after eight o’clock most nights—every time she laid someone off, every time she was asked to shave another few percent off an already skeleton budget, every time she was ordered to produce some new quality relevant paperwork, and every time her boss dumped a load of administrative work on her at four o’clock on a Friday afternoon on his way to a skiing vacation, of which he took many.

Eventually she ditched the entire thing and went and worked in a National Trust gift shop for a fifth of the salary and half the hours and none of the tears. But this story is not about Cathy Neeson.)

It was just, Nina thought, trying to squash down the lump in her throat . . . it was just that they had been such a little library.

Children’s story time Tuesday and Thursday mornings. Early closing Wednesday afternoon. A shabby old-fashioned building with tatty linoleum floors. A little musty sometimes, it was true. The big dripping radiators could take a while to get going of a morning and then would become instantly too warm, with a bit of a fug, particularly off old Charlie Evans, who came in to keep warm and read the Morning Star cover to cover, very slowly. She wondered where the Charlie Evanses of the world would go now.

Cathy Neeson had explained that they were going to compress the library services into the center of town, where they would become a “hub,” with a “multimedia experience zone”

and a coffee shop and an “intersensory experience,” whatever that was, even though town was at least two bus trips too far for most of their elderly or strollered-up clientele.

Their lovely, tatty, old pitched-roof premises were being sold off to become executive apartments that would be well beyond the reach of a librarian’s salary. And Nina Redmond, twenty-nine, bookworm, with her long tangle of auburn hair, her pale skin with freckles dotted here and there, and a shyness that made her blush—or want to burst into tears—at the most inopportune moments, was, she got the feeling, going to be thrown out into the cold winds of a world that was getting a lot of unemployed librarians on the market at the same time.

“So,” Cathy Neeson had concluded, “you can pretty much get started on packing up the ‘books’ right away.”

She said “books” like it was a word she found distasteful in her shiny new vision of Mediatech Services. All those grubby, awkward books.

Nina dragged herself into the back room with a heavy heart and a slight redness around her eyes. Fortunately, everyone else looked more or less the same way. Old Rita O’Leary, who should probably have retired about a decade ago but was so kind to their clientele that everyone overlooked the fact that she couldn’t see the numbers on the Dewey Decimal System anymore and filed more or less at random, had burst into floods, and Nina had been able to cover up her own sadness comforting her.

“You know who else did this?” hissed her colleague Griffin through his straggly beard as she made her way through. Griffin was casting a wary look at Cathy Neeson, still out in the main area as he spoke. “The Nazis. They packed up all the books and threw them onto bonfires.”

“They’re not throwing them onto bonfires!” said Nina. “They’re not actually Nazis.”

“That’s what everyone thinks. Then before you know it, you’ve got Nazis.”

With breathtaking speed, there’d been a sale, of sorts, with most of their clientele leafing through old familiar favorites in the ten pence box and leaving the shinier, newer stock behind.

Now, as the days went on, they were meant to be packing up the rest of the books to ship them to the central library, but Griffin’s normally sullen face was looking even darker than usual. He had a long, unpleasantly scrawny beard, and a scornful attitude toward people who didn’t read the books he liked. As the only books he liked were obscure 1950s out-of-print stories about frustrated young men who drank too much in Fitzrovia, that gave him a lot of time to hone his attitude. He was still talking about book burners.

“They won’t get burned! They’ll go to the big place in town.”

Nina couldn’t bring herself to even say Mediatech.

Griffin snorted. “Have you seen the plans? Coffee, computers, DVDs, plants, admin offices, and people doing cost–benefit analysis and harassing the unemployed—sorry, running ‘mindfulness workshops.’ There isn’t room for a book in the whole damn place.” He gestured at the dozens of boxes. “This will be landfill. They’ll use it to make roads.”

“They won’t!”

“They will! That’s what they do with dead books, didn’t you know? Turn them into

underlay for roads. So great big cars can roll over the top of centuries of thought and ideas and scholarship, metaphorically stamping a love of learning into the dust with their stupid big tires and blustering Top Gear idiots killing

the planet.”

“You’re not in the best of moods this morning, are you, Griffin?”

“Could you two hurry it along a bit over there?” said Cathy Neeson, bustling in, sounding anxious. They only had the budget for the collection trucks for one afternoon; if they didn’t manage to load everything up in time, she’d be in serious trouble.

“Yes, Commandant Über-Führer,” said Griffin under his breath as she bustled out again, her blond bob still rigid. “God, that woman is so evil it’s unbelievable.”

But Nina wasn’t listening. She was looking instead in despair at the thousands of volumes around her, so hopeful with their beautiful covers and optimistic blurbs. To condemn any of them to waste disposal seemed heartbreaking: these were books! To Nina it was like closing down an animal shelter. And there was no way they were going to get it all done today, no matter what Cathy Neeson thought.

Which was how, six hours later, when Nina’s Mini Metro pulled up in front of the front door of her tiny shared house, it was completely and utterly stuffed with volumes.

About the Author

Jenny Colgan is the New York Times bestselling author of numerous novels, includingLittle Beach Street Bakery, Christmas at Rosie Hopkins’ Sweetshop, and Christmas at the Cupcake Café, all

international bestsellers. Jenny is married with three children and lives in London and Scotland.

Connect with Jenny Colgan: Website – TwitterFacebook 

Praise for Jenny Colgan and THE BOOKSHOP ON THE CORNER:

“Losing myself in Jenny Colgan’s beautiful pages is the most delicious, comforting, satisfying treat I have had in ages.”

— Jane Green, New York Times bestselling author of Summer Secrets

“With a keen eye for the cinematic, Colgan (Summer at Little Beach Street Bakery, 2016, etc.) is a deft mistress of romantic comedy; Nina’s story is laced with clever dialogue and scenes set like jewels, just begging to be filmed. A charming, bracingly fresh happily-ever-after tale…”

Kirkus

“This is a lovely novel with amazing characters who are hooked on books… at least some of them. The plot is believable and is a joy to read. The main female character, Nina, is the librarian who always figures out the best choice for a patron without fail. Jenny Colgan thinks outside the box and creates a memorable book.”

RT Book Reviews

“This charming tale celebrates the many ways books bring people together”

Booklist

“This light, fresh romantic comedy is the perfect escape for bibliophiles. Enjoy it with a cup of tea on a crisp day.”

Real Simple

“[A] love story about reading and the joys books can bring to people’s lives.”

All About Romance

thank you so much William Morrow Paperbacks and Jenny Colgan for allowing me to read The Bookshop on the Corner. All thoughts and opinions are mine and not influenced by the free book. 

Summer at Little Beach Street Bakery

by Jenny Colgan

Summer At Little Beach Street Bakery is such a great book and a solid strong book 2 in the series. I had read book 1 Little Beach Street Bakery when it first came out so I re-read it to make sure I hadn’t forgotten anything. While I think you could probably read this without ever having read book 1 there are some references and just back history that makes reading this one easier. Overall I think I really liked Summer at Little Beach Street Bakery better than the first. This book makes me want to book a flight and spend the summer in a charming little Cornish town. Polly is such a likable character and one you want to be friends with. She has a lot going for her: she is running and living her dream of having a bakery, her boyfriend Huckle is so sweet and great, and she has a pet Puffin! A pet puffin, oh my gosh how cute is that! Jenny Colgan writes books that are so enjoyable. She creates a visual world that you can just see as you read the pages. The characters are very well developed and you really get to know them through out this book and the series. Summer at Little Beach Street Bakery and Little Beach Street Bakery are perfect additions to your summer reading. These books are fun, light hearted easy reading. There is some romance and drama sprinkled with humor and a bit of intrigue.

summary: Content with her life on a tiny island off the southern coast of England, bakery owner Polly juggles a business-threatening rivalry, her boyfriend’s secrets, and the arrival of a newcomer, a widow seeking a fresh start who forces Polly to reconsider her life choices.

thank you William Morrow Paperbacks for sending me a copy to read and review. All thoughts and opinions are my own and were not influenced by the free book.