The first month of 2018 has been and gone (gosh, that was quick!), and it’s time to check in with what I read for January. I only managed one picture book – but it was my favourite read for the month. The Great Rabbit Chase is a delightful offering about, as the title suggests, the quest to capture an escaped rabbit. But perhaps it is the rabbit who is capturing the people – showing them a good time! Other highlights this month were Clan of Wolves, the second on the Tarin of the Mammoths series and, although it made me cry, and The Choke, by Sofie Laguna.
As always, if I have reviewed the book, I have linked to the review so you can see what I thought.
Picture Books
The Great Rabbit Chase, by Freya Blackwood 
Younger Readers
Northern Lights, by Phillip Pullman
500 Minutes of Danger, by Jack Heath
The Cursed First Term of Zelda Stitch, by Nicki Greenberg
Jehan and the Quest of the Lost Dog, by Rosanne Hawke
Clan of Wolves, by Jo Sandhu
Young Adult Readers
A Semi-Definitive List of Worst Nightmares, by Krystal Sutherland
The Fifth Room, by A. J. Rushby
Fiction for Adults
The Twentieth Man, by Tony Jones
We That Are Left, by Lisa Bigelow
The Choke, by Sofie Laguna
Non Fiction
The Hate Race, by Maxine Beneba Clarke
The Prosperous Coach, by Steve Chandler & Rich Litvin
I’d love to hear what you thought of any of these books – or else, what it is you’ve been reading so far this year.






There’s the review pile, which is two shelves in my office,currently home to perhaps books (and, I suspect, likely to grow int he next few days as is wont to happen at the start of a new month). There’s my Borrowbox App on my phone, which has just three unread audio books on it, only because I have a limit of five and I returned two this morning. (if you don’t know about Borrowbox, ask your local librarian. Or ask me.) there’s the pile next to my lounge chair which has perhaps ten books I’ve bought and promised myself don’t need shelving until i have read them. And, in the back bedroom (which I once envisioned becoming my office – ohh how naive is a mother of young adults and a revolving front door), there is a special bookshelf of unread books which I simply must read, and which used to be a pile until it threatened to reach the ceiling and so was designated a bookcase. And that is just my to-be-read pile of books I’ve actually acquired, because I also have lists (several) of books which I MUST borrow/buy and read as soon as possible.