As well you know, I don’t write book reviews. What I do do though, is mention ones I think are good. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do now.

I read Out Of A Clear Sky, by Sally Hinchcliffe over the weekend. It is a remarkably good book, one I thoroughly enjoyed and wouldn’t hesitate to recommend. It’s a thriller, but in no way over the top. It’s believable and it’s creepy; it’s scary and tender and delightfully written.

And it features birds (which I know you know I like). Really, the whole story is told through them – expertly. Most of the characters in the book are birders. But don’t be put off if birding’s not your cup of tea; prior knowledge is in no way essential and knowing nothing about birds would not inhibit any enjoyment of the book.

Birds aside, my favourite thing about it is the feel of it. A lot of the action takes place outdoors – in fields, by lakes, up mountains. And the book feels, the way it’s written is, airy. It feels like fresh air.
Definitely one of my favourite books of the year, and probably ever.

Enough waffling (you can see why I don’t write reviews now, can’t you?).