Snuff

About the book:
According to the writer of the best-selling crime novel ever to have been published in the city of Ankh-Morpork, it is a truth universally acknowledged that a policeman taking a holiday would barely have had time to open his suitcase before he finds his first corpse.

And Commander Sam Vimes of the Ankh-Morpork City Watch is on holiday in the pleasant and innocent countryside, but not for him a mere body in the wardrobe. There are many, many bodies and an ancient crime more terrible than murder.

He is out of his jurisdiction, out of his depth, out of bacon sandwiches, and occasionally snookered and out of his mind, but never out of guile. Where there is a crime there must be a finding, there must be a chase and there must be a punishment.

They say that in the end all sins are forgiven.
But not quite all…

My thoughts:
A Pratchett book is a yearly event to always look forward too, especially if they involve Sam Vimes and the City Watch. With this book I feel like Pratchett is on song again. While Pratchett is always entertaining I've felt the last few Discworld books since Making Money, with the exception of I Shall Wear Midnight,  have been a bit disappointing. But this was a very enjoyable read from start to finish.

You'll be Sorry When I'm Dead

About the book:
He was wearing a pair of leather pants that clung like terrified orphans to his muscular thighs, and a revealing black mesh t-shirt. The outfit seemed at odds with the cream-coloured settee and floral print curtains.
From stalking and eventually meeting her Young Talent Time idol when she was twelve, to a particularly abhorrent encounter at a high-quality swingers night, and a mildly perverse obsession with Bob Ellis, there is nothing Marieke Hardy won't write about. Welcome to a chronicle of broken hearts, fervid pursuits, passionate friendships, deranged letter-writing, the allure of the bottle, the singular charms of musicians, the lost song of youth, and three very awkward evenings with varying prostitutes-exactly zero percent of which the author's parents will want to read. Add to that a slightly misguided attempt to give real-life friends and ex-lovers a 'right of reply' to the stories they appear in and it's fair to say an extended stint in the Witness Protection Program beckons.
Confessional, voyeuristic, painful, hilarious and heartfelt, You'll Be Sorry When I'm Dead reveals the acerbic wit, unflinching gaze and razor-sharp insight of a writer at the height of her powers-or the unhinged fantasies of a dangerous mind with not enough to do.

My thoughts:
Never read Marieke Hardy before, though I know her and her family by reputation (her father was the script producer on City Homicide amongst others. And her grandfather was Frank Hardy, author of Power Without Glory amongst others). I was surprised by how open and honest she is in discussing her life experiences. It's a bit patchy in parts, but otherwise enlightening and entertaining (I guess I'll have to watch Laid now).