Welcome to this week's Tuesday Teaser, where we have a little peek at the beginning of a book which has caught my eye. It won't necessarily be a new release as there are so many books which have already been published, and I have not had chance to read yet.
This week, we are looking at The Stranger Diaries by Elly Griffiths. Those of you who follow my blog regularly will know that I am a huge fan of Elly's. I have read all of the books in her Ruth Galloway series and am very excited that there is a new one due out next year.
The Stranger Diaries is the first in a series featuring Harbinder Kaur.
I hope you will enjoy this taster of the book.
The Blurb
Clare Cassidy is no stranger to tales of murder. As a literature teacher specialising in the Gothic writer R.M. Holland, she teaches a short course on them every year. Then Clare's life and work collide tragically when one of her colleagues is found dead, a line from an R.M. Holland story by her body. The investigating police detective is convinced the writer's works somehow hold the key to the case.
Not knowing who to trust, and afraid that the killer is someone she knows, Clare confides her darkest suspicions and fears about the case to her journal. Then one day she notices some other writing in the diary. Writing that isn't hers...
Chapter 1 - Clare
'If you'll permit me,' said the stranger, 'I'd like to tell you a story. After all, it's a long journey and, by the look of those skies, we're not going to be leaving this carriage for some time. So, why not pass the hours with some storytelling? The perfect thing for a late October evening.
Are you quite comfortable there? Don't worry about Herbert. He won't hurt you. It's just this weather that makes him nervous. Now, where was I? What about some brandy to keep the chill out? You don't mind a hip flask, do you?
Well, this is a story that actually happened. Those are the best kind, don't you think? Better still, it happened to me when I was a young man. About your age.
I was a student at Cambridge. Studying Divinity, of course. There's no other subject, in my opinion, except possibly English Literature. We are such stuff as dreams are made on. I'd been there for almost a term. I was a shy boy from the country and I suppose I was lonely. I wasn't one of the swells, those young men in white bow ties who sauntered across the court as if they had letters patent from God. I kept myself to myself, went to lectures, wrote my essays and started up a friendship with another scholarship boy in my year, a timid soul called Gudgeon, of all things. I wrote home to my mother every week. I went to chapel. Yes, I believed in those days. I was even rather pious - "pi", we used to say. That was why I was surprised to be invited to join the Hell Club.'
ISBN: 978-1786487414
Publisher: Quercus
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Has this whetted your appetite for this book? It has mine, and I can't wait to read it. Why don't you join me?
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