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One of the 3 or 4 most famous novels

I've been away a bit of late, so got to read a bit more than usual.
In particular, I was quite taken with several books, all found on my mum's bookshelf. Go, Mum!
One was a thriller called The Dry by Australian author, Jane Harper. I just found it sitting on a shelf in the spare bedroom, I hadn't heard of it before, hadn't heard of the author, just picked up the book, read the first page and I was hooked. Had me gripped from the beginning and even more amazing, I didn't skip to the end to see who the perp was. Amazing.
So the story goes... a man has killed his wife and son, then himself. His old school friend, Aaron, returns for the funeral, planning to leave asap. But at the pleading of the dead man's mother, Aaron (a cop) decides to give it a few days to investigate, then he'll leave. Except, it begins to get curious as the questions mount as to whether it really was a murder-suicide. The setting was a small town suffering a crippling drought. Very atmospheric and a terrific read. I was googling it, and found this article. Apparently Reese Witherspoon is considering producing it as a movie and at the time of this article, last year, was wondering who would be good in the lead. One answer? A Hemsworth. Amen to that.
Changing tack, I read some older books by British author AJ Cronin. Here's his page on Wikipedia.
The Green Years was a captivating coming-of-age story set in the early 1900s, about an Irish Catholic boy, Robert Shannon, sent to live with his Presbyterian relatives in Scotland.  Set in the small town, it wasn't all happy but at times, it wasn't all doom and gloom either. It was very atmospheric (the importance of setting, again) and with strong relationships, such as with Robert's grandfather. And it had a quite unexpected and neat ending, given there was quite a bit of despair at times in the book.
I was so struck, I went on to read The Citadel by Cronin, which had been made into a TV series in England in the 1980s or therabouts and is his most famous work, I think. Check out the cover of the library copy I found in our library stack . "One of the 3 or 4 most famous novels of the last thirty years." Love it.
This was the story of a doctor who gets his first post in a terribly poor Welsh mining village. His idealism and disdain of rich doctors takes a shift over the story, and he begins to crave the prestige of being a doctor in London, but it was once again a great read.
I had also been reading some of my own books again, as am writing a third in the Clearlake series and need to get all the facts straight for what is called the "bible" of a series. That is, all the character's descriptions, the places, the layout of the city, etc, given I have made it up. It was a good experience, and yes, annoyingly, in spite of editing it to death, and it being proof read, there were mistakes. I no longer read a book, see a typo and think "how did you miss that, you lazy writer?" Easily, is the sad answer. Very, very easily.
~ Joanne

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