My reads for the past month:
Crooked Letter, Crooked Letter by Tom Franklin. Well written, but predictable story with race as a central issue set in the southern US.
I enjoyed
Faithful Place by Tana French so much earlier in the year that I did a binge of her other books:
In The Woods, The Likeness, and Broken Harbour. Each book is from a different character's perspective and I had a hard time with the last since the main character was a tool in an earlier book. Of the bunch, I'd recommend
In the Woods and
Faithful Place as excellent thrillers with a dysfunctional family dynamic woven in.
I listened to
The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks by Rebecca Skloot. Wonderful blend of science and history/biography that kept me intrigued. Both science and equality have come a long way, baby.
I'd picked up
Tea with the Black Dragon by R. A. MacAvoy with a Kobo coupon a couple of years ago and finally settled down with it. Nice to see older characters as the focus, very old in the case of the Black Dragon

, and the story charmed me.
I finished the Lewis trilogy by Peter May, and enjoyed
The Chessman more than the second in the series, so don't stop after two. Less family drama and more suspense, again set in the unforgiving Outer Hebrides.
I gobbled up the latest Department Q book,
A Conspiracy of Faith by Jussi Adler-Olsen. The murderers in this series are really deranged, but the detectives are not even close to normal, so well up to the challenge. If I do a list of finds at the end of the year, this series will be near the top of the list.
My last Alan Grant mystery by Josephine Tey,
The Singing Sands was excellent. I might have to toss a coin for a favourite, this was almost as good as
The Daughter of Time.
Rock Paper Tiger by Lisa Brackmann was disappointing, it didn't really seem to have a plot or a point, just an aimless main character who went with the flow.
All the incompetent spies were back in
Dead Lions (Slough House #2) by Mick Herron. It's hard to do cold war style spy novels now, this modern parody pokes fun at all the tropes of the genre.
I tried to give Connie Willis another go with
To Say Nothing of the Dog, but again found her work overly long and slow moving. I want my 21 hours back.