Susan Stokes-Chapman, Pandora

 A Georgian thriller inspired by the myth of Pandora. I rattled through it, enjoying the villainous uncle, the mysterious deaths, the worthy heroine and hero. Libby went back to school yesterday for the first time, and had a transition day at Woking High, which she seems to have really enjoyed. She was a bit tired and grumpy when I picked her up from her friend Ella's house afterwards, but she has been through a lot after all. Every day she seems a little better, although she is not allowed to take part in physical activities still. I don't miss all those trips up to hospital, and Libby is ok to sleep by herself again now after clinging to Helen for 10 days, so that's good.

Anna Keay, The Restless Republic: Britain Without a Crown

'Slogged through that, a perfectly interesting and detailed history of life in Britain during the Cromwellian era, but never really gripped me. Of course, there have been other things on our minds with Libby recovering from Appendicitis. She came home on Thursday and has been slowly recovering, although she is still in a lot of pain, has lost a lot of confidence and is very, very bored at home. She has missed a load of activities she was really looking forward to - birthday parties for Romilly and Martha and Scoutabout, so she is very down. she had visits from friends yesterday which really perked her up, and hopefully she will be able to go on her tour of Woking High tomorrow. we will see though as she needs to be able to walk a lot further than she is managing at the moment

Ali Smith, Summer

Enjoyed that, but like all of Ali Smith's works the allusions and clever structure go over my head. Neither here nor there though because for the past few days it's been all about Libby. On Friday evening (today is Wednesday) she started complaining about a tummy ache. We thought it was probably just constipation so we didn't think too much of it and gave her some painkillers. On Saturday it was getting worse and she was obviously in a lot of pain, and we should have learnt our lesson from when she broke her arm - if Libby says she is in pain, she is in pain. By Saturday evening we were thinking we should take her for medical advise, but A&E on a Saturday night is not pretty so we left it to Sunday am. Helen took her to the walk in centre in Woking when it opened at 8 and by then she was in real pain and got referred to St Peter's. they pumped her full of morphine and started testing thinkin it was some form of infection. It turned out to be appendicitis, the poor lamb, and a really bad infection. they finally were able to operate at 1 in the morning. I went to see her on Monday and broke down completely. the emotions hit me and I started sobbing uncontrollably when I saw her lying asleep in the hospital bed. MY wails were so bad I woke her up and she just said 'Don't cry Daddy, I'm ok', which just set me off even more. Helen has been a wondermum and stayed with her throughout, not leaving the bedside. Libby seems to be recovering well though and the infection is reducing - hopefully she can come home today.

Victor Sebestyen, Budapest:Between East and West

 More of a history of Hungary as a whole rather than about Budapest, but very enjoyable and readable, even if the 20th Century was thoroughly depressing. Of course I'll read anything featuring the period of the dual monarchy, that mad, polyglot paradoxical civilisation that was lost forever on the Eastern Front. Hottest day of the year so far, 30 degrees currently. Poor Fred is on his DoE practice expedition today so will be melting on Horsell Common somewhere. I struggled to sleep last night as it was so hot, and as Buzz needed to go  to the Vets for an operation all the windows were shut to keep him in. Hopefully will sleep better tonight

Mick Herron, Dolphin Junction

 A collection of entertaining short stories. Most had macabre twists you could see coming, but still enjoyed the daark humour and misdirection - like an episode of Inside No. 9. Fred and I are going on a Nightjar Walk tonight on the common, which means being out until nearly midnight on a school night. Hopefully it will be enjoyable and we'll hear one or two. It was Steve's birthday yesterday so I popped over some Madri lager and a card, and on the way called in to Sainsbury's and emptied them of liquid refreshment to cope with the coming heatwave.

John Steinbeck, America and Americans and Selected Nonfiction

 A collection of Steinbeck's Nonfiction, and honestly I think I prefer it - he's such a good writer about America and much more besides. Not much happening in life at the moment, high summer is starting and we are preparing for 30 degree heat this week. Helen cut William's hair yesterday and he is now parading round making it spikey when he should be getting ready for school. i got a good bonus so am spending it on frivolous things - a bug zapper for Helen, a Shipping Forecast T-shirt and a new Wahoo device for my exercise bike so far. . . 

Isabel Colgate, The Shooting Party

 'Recommended somewhere or other. The foreword in my edition was written by Julian Fellowes, the perfect person to write about a novel concerning a pre-war shooting party, it was obviously a great influence on Gosford Park and Downton Abbey. The absurdity, waste and boredom of the aristocratic lifestyle is recognised by both Fellowes and Colegate, but never seriously questioned - both lament a lost world that has passed, of civilisation, certainty and ritual. Fellowes unthinkingly at one stage talks of how domestic service was immensely beneficial to domestic servants, and that it was an act of benificence for landowners to employ and find a living for so many - an inversion of the reality of dozens of useful people having their talents and resources wasted to maintain one single person's gilded existence when they could have been doing so much more for society and themselves.

Ryan Lavelle, Cnut

 'The latest in the pocket-size Penguin Monarchs. I was at Uni with Ryan Lavelle, but I don't expect he would remember me. He now appears to be the go-to expert for Anglo-Saxon warfare! Meanwhile I struggle to do my laces up without help standing up again. . . We spent the jubilee weekend away on a last minute break at a caravan park the other side of the New Forest. The kids really enjoyed it, lots of activities and a swimming pool. I got to get lost while running in a different forest and it was nice to get away, but back down to earth now as I write this on a monday morning before my first work call. It's so nice we can still go away as a family, it may not be for much longer as Fred is entering teenage territory. Right now he is happy to come away and play with/look after his brother and sister, but that may change. I hope not.

Janice Hallett, The Twyford Code

 Not read such an unputdownable book in a long time. An unreliable narrator who sounds like my dad, a mixture of Agatha Christie and Enid Blyton with code-cracking, bank heists and capers thrown in, expertly done and so enjoyable. It may have helped that the author grew up in Northolt and went to RHUL, so I felt an affinity straight away. Fred is back from Newquay now having had a fantastic time away and all three kids are now having a lazy half-term doing nothing. the Jubilee weekend starts tomorrow and we are going away for a few days, but the weather forecast doesn't look good. The most exciting thing about the jubilee to me is a new trifle has been released. I'll make it tomorrow. . .