I have a dilemma. See I find it very hard to support Wales in rugby. But this weekend they are playing France. And I really want France to lose… I’m just so conflicted! Obviously we are going to win in Twickenham. I mean, that does without saying. Doesn’t it? As …
The plot of Living with the dead revolves around the character of Robyn; recently widowed she has moved to LA and taken a job in PR with Portia Kane, a Paris Hilton-type celebrity. Or wannabe celebrity. But when Portia is murdered Robyn finds herself the main suspect and in her confusion makes a break for it. She is helped out by her best friend, Hope Adams, and her boyfriend, Karl Marstsen.
It has been ages since I’ve read any of Armstrong’s books. I think I sorta faded away from them with Broken. But that was way back in 2006, she’s had four more books in the series out since then, as well as some YA books in the ‘verse, not to mention the ooodles of short stories. And while these books are pretty far removed from the cannon there is something so enjoyable about them.
So y’all know that I luuurve James Purefoy, mainly because he was so great as Mark Anthony in Rome, but also so adorable in A Knight’s Tale so of course I was predisposed to like this. Then again I wasn’t too impressed with Vanity Fair so it doesn’t always follow that actors I like = good films.
Author: Mary Russell
If you’ve read my reviews of the other books in this series you’ll already know that I really love them. If you haven’t here’s a quick recap; Sherlock Holmes, a real historical figure retired to Sussex in order to tend to his bees. While there he met Mary Russell; a somewhat moody, if quite brilliant, teenager and took her under his wing. She became his apprentice and later his wife. Errr, spoiler alert! In this, the fourth in the series, Sherlock sends Russell a telegram summoning her to Dartmoor and the moor that was the setting for The Hound of the Baskervilles. There are reports of another ghostly beast roaming the countryside and an old friend of Holmes would like him to investigate. Especially when a man is found dead on the moor.
This is such a typical pose for that beast. Always demanding and thinking only of himself. (Although we usually refer to him as her, in order to distinguish the cat from the dog. He = dog. She = cat. How odd….)
The one thing that the internet is exceptionally good at, imo, is alerting you to other people. Sometimes this is a bad thing, you know when you stumble across neo-nazis, or arguments that just make you scratch your head in bemused wonder. But then there are the times you come …
I really did want to enjoy this film. It is a werewolf film after all, and I am a fan, plus Benicio Del Toro has something about him that I usually enjoy. Unfortunately there is very little by way of storyline in this film. And even less of characters. I mean, why make a film about a character no one cares about? When your central character leaves me meh-d out, well, your film really isn’t going to grab my attention now is it?
The more I read of this series the more I come to love the characters, and indeed the whole set-up. Mary Russell is such a believable character, and King’s Holmes is just perfect.
The mystery at the heart of this novel concerns the death of Dorothy Ruskin. An archaeologist working in Jerusalem, she met up with Russell and Holmes when they travelled the area back in book one. In this book she comes to visit them, bringing with her an exquisite wooden box which contains a parchment on which is written a letter, from Mary of Magdala to her sister. Was it really written by the infamous Mary Magdalen? And was the car accident that killed her really an accident?
My weekend; terrible rugby. No Grand Slam this year for us. But the telly watching was good, Garth Marenghi’s Darkplace, you need to watch it.
I’m running for the train so have no comment to make ;)
So weekend one of this year’s Six Nations is over and done with, verdicts all in? For the most part I think that the winning teams don’t have too much to write home about. We didn’t put in a huge performance, but we won, so it’ll do. And to be fair, we never seem to pile on the points against Italy. So all those “doom and gloom” commentators can hang on til next weekend. Then they turn those frowns upside down as we beat France.