I’d become interested in Michael McIntyre’s journey to stardom when I heard him on Desert Island Discs. (I love how that programme brings out the human and honest side of the celebrities featured on there. Possibly the best one was when Morrissey was on it.)

Anyway, Life and Laughing is ok. Some bits are quite interesting; I never knew that his family knew Kenny Everett or that he came from ‘a broken home’. Some bits are funny; I laughed out loud a couple of times. But other parts that are supposed to be funny just aren’t. I’ve come to the conclusion that Michael McIntrye is best when he does stand up. His comedy isn’t best showcased in the written word. That may say something about the level of sophistication of his comedy. But, although he’s a bit mainstream, I do like his stand up. He’s not as good as Jason Manford or as cool as Stewart Lee but he is undeniably funny.

But the book’s only ok. I mean, it’s not as good as How Not To Grow Up, which I read last year. I liked it because it was funny and also honest to the point that it made me not like Richard Herring. Oh and I almost forgot Shappi’s book, which wasn’t particularly funny but I enjoyed it a lot more than this one.

One thing I have to say is that I hate the cover of the book. It’s completely bland and seems to be designed to cash in on the fact that he’s a household face.

In summary, there’s nothing that is awful about this book but only proper McIntyre fans will truly love it. Otherwise, there are plenty of better books by comedians out there.

(33rd in 2012)

I read most of this book in one day. It seems short though it claims to be 315 pages long.

It starts off well. The subject matter is original; there aren’t many books out there about a child, Daniel, who allegedly murders a child. But the story is that of the accused’s solicitor, Leo Curtice, and the effect that defending Daniel has on his family.

There are some tense parts in the book, like when the car Leo is in gets mobbed or when he and his family are being stalked on a day trip. The dialogue mostly feels very real. But there’s nothing that makes the book any more than just reasonablly well written. The ending felt out of place because most of the book until that point focusses on Leo’s situation and also Daniel’s to a lesser extent but the conclusion – here I don’t want to spoil the ending – doesn’t.

Something that annoyed me at various points in the book is the use of the pronouns he or she without naming the character so that the reader isn’t clear, at least for a short while, who is being written about. Sarah Winman also does it in When God Was a Rabbit. I don’t know whether it’s deliberate or not but I strongly dislike it!

In summary, compared to the other books I’ve read, I’d say that The Child Who is only average.

(32nd in 2012)

This December it will be 20 years since I went to India. The White Tiger brought back many memories from then.

In the book Aravind Adiga tells us the truth about India. About how poverty and ignorance crush most of the poor and corruption ensures most of the rich remain that way. The protagonist – The White Tiger – pulls off a rare trick: he escapes his position as a servant and becomes a master.

There’s nothing that feels fictional about this book. The superstitious beliefs, the mannerisms, the way characters talk and so on…all feel very familiar to me. Yet there is something more that marks this book out as special: it’s very angry but breathtakingly articulate. The sarcasm and wit is dazzling. At other times the book is rather touching and even tragic. It’s quite a journey.

The Guardian interviewed Adiga when The White Tiger won The Booker Prize in 2008.

(31st in 2012)

I bought this book for my Kindle mostly because it only cost 20p but also because I was intrigued that a book by the rapper 50 Cent had such good reviews. It’s a children’s book, or perhaps a teenager’s book given that the protagonist Butterball is thirteen years old.

I enjoyed the language, which reminded me a little of how they talk in The Wire. The prose is very fresh and real; I could hear Butterball talking to me. There is a shock in the book, which perhaps others will see coming a mile off, but it was certainly a jolt for me. I loved the illustrations too. I’m now wondering how much is autobiographical and how much is fiction.

In summary this is a very cool (or should I say tight?) tale which teaches valuable lessons without being preachy. Playground an unusual choice for me, but I was pleasantly surprised.

(30th in 2012)

I had heard about this book on The TV Book Club and thought it sounded intriguing. Mark read it on holiday and reported that it was good.

I loved Parts 1 & 2. They are very unsettling; there is a tension throughout. My imagination ran wild as I read, conjuring all sorts of scenarios for protagonist Christine. I felt as paranoid as she is. The book very successfully puts the reader into her mind. I experienced paranoia, fear, relief and hopelessness numerous times.

Part 3 somehow doesn’t fit in with the previous parts. The plot becomes unfeasible and silly. The other thing that bugged me was Christine’s journal. Not only are the entries incredibly lengthy, they aren’t written in a diary style either.

I have to mention that it reminded me strongly of the film Memento, right down to the note to him/herself that says ‘Don’t trust (insert character’s name)’

But, in spite of the flaws, Before I Go To Sleep is a thoroughly enjoyable, gripping read.

(29th in 2012)

This is this month’s reading group book. It was also featured on The TV Book Club. On the programme there is an interview with the author Clare Morrall. She says that she wanted to explore what would happen if a husband/father suddenly disappeared. In fact I think she covers the thoughts of the wife (Kate) left behind quite well. But it is very introspective and miserable and so it feels like hard work to read. I found the husband’s (Felix) story to be inconsistent and unbelievable at many stages, for example how could a man who was so determined to create a happy family just disappear without even letting them know he was alive?

The one thing I did enjoy was how well the younger children – Millie and Rory – are imagined. Their interactions with other youngsters took me back to my own childhood. I remember admiring older/prettier girls and at school the way Millie does. I remember trying to deal with bullying behaviour the way Rory does: thinking that I could get the perpetrator to be my friend by making them laugh.

Overall I didn’t like this book. The story isn’t convincing and the book drags on and on as there’s nothing of note happening during most of it. The ending is rather an anticlimax. I was relieved that it was over.

(28th in 2012)