Eclectic reads for the year ahead
Kick-start your 2018 reading with stories that explore the theme of beginnings. This Issue features captivating children's books, bloody new Glasgow crime, historical podcasts, bold international fiction, young adult novels, pioneering art and more.
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Extract from Smile: The Story of the Original Mona Lisa By Mary Hoffman Published by Barrington Stoke
“Lovely Lisa,” he always called me. Of course, I was a baby then so I don’t know if I remember his words or if someone told me. But whenever I felt sad about something I hugged the words “lovely Lisa” to comfort me.
I hugged, too, the knowledge that Leonardo, the greatest artist in Italy, drew my portrait when I was little.
I was the first child born to my parents. I know now that my father’s first thought was probably, ‘A girl? Oh no! I’ll have to find a dowry if she’s to have a husband.’ But in the four golden years before my little brothers and sisters came along, I never felt that Father was disappointed in me.
And his second thought might have been, ‘At last – a living child!’ Father had lost two wives and the babies in their wombs before his third wife, my mother, made him a father. He loved me the more because of that, I’m sure.
We were not rich, but not poor either. We lived in the magnificent city of Florence – in a rented house in a rather smelly street on the south side of the river. My father insisted that our family was noble in origin and that – as a nobleman – he had no need for a job.
He owned farms outside the city and the money we lived on came from the rents that farmers paid him and the sale of wheat and animals. And as our family grew, with my three brothers and three sisters, the money had to stretch further....
Read enough crime fiction set in Glasgow and it’s an easy enough scene to imagine. Early evening in a city centre pub, probably not too far from police HQ in Stewart Street. DI Alex Morrow is comparing notes with DS William Lorimer at one table, DI Colin Anderson and DS Freddie Costello are doing the same at another, forensic scientist Rhona MacLeod and investigative journalist Rosie Gilmour are chatting about old cases at a third. The door opens and detective Harry McCoy walks in.
The others look up, because he’s a new kid on the block. They don’t know too much about him, what kind of back-story he’s...
‘Lasting weight loss is not about what you eat. It’s about why and how you eat.’
‘He set up a workshop in the Flores quarter and found a talent for inventing fanciful myths.’
‘If you’re willing to see the world through the eyes of a wide range of diverse characters.’
‘Her mature way of working was essentially late Pre-Raphaelite yet boldly Celtic in its colour and pattern.’
Billy Hippo hates water. It’s too cold! Too scary! Too wet! And swimming? No thanks.
‘She looked through him, but his face was that of a seal and it drew her gaze.’
‘The tournament itself is only one step on the journey. It is part of the process. It is just the beginning.’
‘Through the novel I say a few things about the world around me. Nobody escapes my books unscathed.’
An audio exploration of the widespread political and religious conflict in Scotland in the seventeenth century.
‘Fifteen years ago, when my son was four years old, a zebra crossing man saved his life.’
‘You get caught in a whirlwind of fright just when you were seeking the sunshine of their love.’
‘One thing we can be sure of is that, for hundreds of thousands of years, the ball of yarn has been revolving without pause.’
‘The beginning, the ending, always rests on one word, one note. Love.’
‘As an international business HarperCollins publishers spans the globe. Our beginnings too are international.’
‘Her sisters lost their boyfriends and sweethearts in the mud and gore of France.’