Kittling: Books

  First Line: There has always been the river . People disappear all the time, but when a young nurse goes missing on the riverbank, leaving...

  First Line: Outside, the hillside is buffeted by an unseasonable wind, the brackeny undergrowth shifting and flattening, patternless . For...

  First Line: You can see it, if you like, as a thick sheaf of papers, a breeze flicking curiously through them, each page another account o...

  I decided to get up bright and early (which is saying something since I usually don't go to bed until 3 or 4 AM) to get some chores do...

  Stig Abell's Death Under a Little Sky was so atmospheric and had such a strong sense of place that I fell under the book's spell,...

  First Line: It is a long way, as the heron flies, between lights in this part of the countryside .   Inheriting his uncle's property o...

  The time will soon be upon me when our nieces will arrive from the UK for a two-week visit. (Actually, it's the day this will post!) L...

  As I sit here typing this post, Phoenix is getting some badly needed rain. For the past two days, it's been overcast and gloomy-- the ...