Weight: The Myth of Atlas and Heracles by Jeanette Winterson

An amazing book, both edition and content. It is worth getting the hardback for the tactile feel of the heavyweight pages and beautifully set typeface, and Winterson's belending of the sad myth of a titan and reflections on eternity are breathtaking. Can't wait to read the rest in the series.

Silks by Dick Francis and Felix Francis

I've always loved Francis, I return to his early works as a homecoming. Silks was really good, the title being a reference both to the brightly coloured outfits jockeys wear on the course to identify themselves, and to the promotion of barristers to Queen's Council judges. Silks goes between both worlds, defence barrister Geoffrey Mason is a part time amateur jockey who ends up defending a jockey accused of murdering another jockey.

Francis' collaboration with his son is a welcome return to form, utterly compelling and brilliantly written and researched. This isn't the first team work, Shattered is one of my favourites and is written by the pair, but this is only the second time it has been a full on partnership.

The Glass Books of the Dream Eaters by GW Dahlquist

Convoluted, long but worthwhile victorian melodrama. Celeste Temple is newly arrived to Victorian or Edwardian London from an unnamed island nation, she attaches herself to the first eligable bachelor of suitable social standing that she meets, but when her fiance Roger breaks off their engagement she is interested to know why. Her curiosity leads her into a world of secrets and mystery, of high end prostitutes with strange marks around their eyes, of sex and sensuality and the mysterious glass books. As dreamy as Kubla Khan with arousing eroticism.