I have finished reading, in rapid succession:
Sticking with my theme of reading Man Booker prize winners, if not always the actual novels they won for, I have loaded up and ready to go The Sea, the Sea by Iris Murdoch. In this newest item on the list, we have Charles Arrowby searching for the meaning of life in a dreary cottage on the coast. Looking for the meaning of life with Iris Murdoch is never easy or simple or straightforward, any of those descriptors — and I am looking forward to each and every twist and turn.
Sweet Tooth turned out to be a love story as well as a coming of age story with a positive ending that you only understand (and understand is positive) by reading to the end of the book. I could give a blow by blow account of the plot, but unlike thrillers, spoilers for McEwan’s books are rarely worth the effort. Suffice it to say that we get not only a good insight into our protagonist’s life but that of her lover’s as well.
Bring Up the Bodies is so very much not a love story. It is the story of a good man and vengeance and what happens in its pursuit.
I recommend both, and I will dwell on them all further in order to write coherence about them.