The joy of a good book

I've been a little disappointed in some of the books I've read recently, especially one that took ages to get hold of - it feels like the book as been started off mid sentence and the reader is left behind in a slightly befuddled state. All the write ups (of which there were many printed in the front of the book) declare it to be brilliant and witty, I'm afraid I don't agree and will have to resort to skim reading it to find out what happens!
So, in the light of this, I was delighted to find that Kate Mosse's Labyrinth is shaping up to be a fantastic read.
Her intelligent writing flows beautifully with just the right amount of descriptive detail to keep the reader interested but without getting bored of having to wade through stacks of narrative.
I'm doubly pleased as awhile ago I saw Kate Mosse on a panel discussing Agatha Christie and she came across as a lovely, warm, very likeable woman, which makes reading the book even nicer!
It's such a treat to look forward to reading the next chapter and have the delightful feeling of not wanting to put it down, immersing oneself in another world created in literature.
The lovely Mrs R sent me a couple of books to take on holiday to Florida and I managed to read one of them whilst away - The Uncommon Reader by Alan Bennet. utterly charming and delightful but over too quickly.
I picked up Labyrinth from the library and also came out with four other books. As books are free from the library the temptation is too much and I become as hyper as a kid in a sweet shop, plucking books off the shelf like they are going out of fashion.
Still, at least there is a return date with library books which should force me to get into a reading routine.