Well, I’m emotionally battered today. Was up until about midnight with Danielle Ramsay’s Blind Alley, which was awesome. I’m so invested in the characters of her series that the ending had me snagged and desperate, and now I’m basking in some peculiar post-traumatic afterglow – the very hallmark of a cracking yarn.

Moved straight on to The Cry, by Helen Fitzgerald, which was recommended to me by a lady you described herself as being so hooked she read it in 7 hours straight. And she wasn’t wrong… and the emotional siege continues! This is hard-hitting, twisting, and very challenging – not in terms of the read, because it is a very fast-moving and accessible book, but the subject matter is really something. All I know is I’ve got another good one on my hands.