The Alphabet Ends With Y

I’m not sure whether I should be writing about this here or on my more personal blog. This space is kind of where the reader comes out to play, while my Nadine Rose Larter blog is more for the over-sharing writer. This particular topic tends to fall under both banners though. And honestly considering my first Sue Grafton novel was devoured in a very small hotel on the Island of Koh Samui, Thailand, an argument could be made that it might even fit nicely on my travel blog.

I digress though.

Sue Grafton died at the end of 2017 and for some reason it has had a sort of sobering effect on me. She is the writer of what I’ve always referred to as The Alphabet Series. I’m sure you’ve seen her books. A is for Alibi. B is for Burglar. C is for Corpse.

I was collecting her books. For no reason other than I like the alphabettiness of her titles. I thought it was cute. I only have a few of them. Three to be exact. It’s a silly challenge but I always imagined that somewhere along the line I would manage to locate all of them and in my retirement I would start at A and make my way through to Z.

But Sue Grafton died.

And she only got to Y. Y is for Yesterday.

And I am surprised by how much this upsets me. This small bit of someone else’s unfinished business.

Because she only got to Y. I cannot help but feel the tragedy of this in my bones.

I didn’t even know her. I’ve only read A.

I’m sorry that you died, Sue Grafton. And I truly hope that one day I will have your 25 letter alphabet on my shelves.

Meeting Kate Atkinson

I have a weird confession. For the last couple of years I’ve been collecting Kate Atkinson books even though I’ve never read her. The collection started with Case Histories, I think. Because I liked the cover. And then I think I might have bought one called Emotionally Weird because I understand that title. And then I just started buying them because I had already started buying them. So now I have a collection.

I finally picked up Case Histories last week (for some reason I have three copies of it!) and I must admit I’m kind of glad that I have a collection to indulge in now. Kate Atkinson is rather lovely, to say the least. And I’m really looking forward to getting to know her better through her work. Sometimes you meet an author and your heart just says yes. I think this is probably why I like to read so much…because the more you read the more likely it is that you’ll get that fuzzy yes feeling that is so rare but so wonderful.

Sadly my collection does not include books #2 and #3 in the Jackson Brodie series, but I’m sure I will have the most delightful time trekking through to all the second hand bookshops and markets around here as I try to track them down. (forgive me, please, for being unable to afford new books…)

So if any of you are looking to get rid of Kate Atkinson’s One Good Turn or When Will There Be Good News I would much appreciate the head’s up.

I like you, Kate. You are quite charming. And I’m very glad we’ve met.