Tainted love...

Dear god, I've just gone and given myself a soft cell, marc almond moment, first thing on a monday morning, but it suits my purpose so I'm sticking with it. Because TAINTED BLOOD was, for me, a tainted love kind of experience (by which i do not mean, under any circumstances, that it wore a tight t-shirt or made me want - du du - run away) but it just wasn't perfect enough to be the prizewinner it apparently is.
Whilst it was a quite interesting peek into a seriously inbred, closed-in culture, it just didn't do quite enough. Jen kept saying she wanted to learn more about Iceland, and although that struck me as odd at the time, looking back, now I kind of agree. Because (with its cliche cop and its predictable story, sans twist) it didn't bring anything new to the genre apart from being set in Iceland. But then I didn't actually come away knowing much more about the country than that only 15 people went missing from Iceland in the 1970s, and that everyone calls each other by their first names and a one-generation patronymic (I would be Isobel Robertsdottir... how cool is that?)
However the prize for most exciting thing I'll always remember about last week's book club for is that Jaime actually brought along A MOUSE'S BRAIN in a pot. Amazing!!! And that I got hammered and don't remember how i got home (think it involved a bus but still can't be sure). Can't wait for the next book!
Isobel Robertsdottir