YOU'VE GOT IT COMING. By James Hadley Chase

Poor Glorie. So scared of being left on the shelf as she grows older, wanting lasting true love for herself. When she finds Harry Griffin, younger and ambitious, she hopes her dreams are on the way to becoming reality. But how he disappoints her, as he apparently glimpses a better future for himself. ‘To think that after all I have done for you, all the risks I have taken, and the love I have given you you could be so wickedly evil as to plan to kill me…’ she cries. If only she was as percipient as Joan, the other (new) woman in Harry’s life, who is quickly disillusioned with him. ‘I thought you were a wonderful person, but now I am not so sure…you are afraid of the police, and you are a liar,’ she points out. Yes harry wanted to get rich quick and he had hijacked coveted diamonds. But his shocking greed and selfishness propelled him towards disaster…

- Paul Lothane

THE SECRET IN MY BOSOM. By Gomolemo Mokae

‘In this effective combination of political intrigue and murder mystery, Gomolelmo Mokae breaks new ground by introducing a new genre in black South African literature: the detective story.’

“...Gomolemo Mokae’s detective novel, The Secret in my bosom, can be called a success, but I have always believed it has a major flaw. Is it really possible that the lady in question (Moloi) would not be recognised by anybody till late, despite undergoing surgery?”

"Excellently written by the author - focus on murder and mayhem in the black townships of South Africa. Intelligently constructed'

‘Touted as the first detective novel published by a black South African. plenty of humour; fine descriptions. The conclusion is quite impressive too.”

GAZZA: MY STORY. By Paul Gascoigne

Quite haunting really, to read here how Glenn Hoddle, then England Manager, excluded Paul Gascoigne from the 1998 World Cup finals. Gazza goes into a destructive frenzy, rage and Hoddle says: "The thing is, Gazza, your head is not right". Yet Hoddle and Gazza were birds of the same feather as far as football is concerned; both of them (from slightly different eras) were superb on the pitch with their pin-point passing and devastating free kicks. Alas both of them hardly fulfilled their potential, but due to different reasons. As we see from this book, Gazza was always his own worst enemy. Whilst one might appreciate the "English sense of humour" to a certain extent, Gazza always went too far. And that is an humongous understatement! What type of zany antics are this? one wonders. Unequivocally and disastrously, Gazza often indulges in such bizarre, outrageous antics "jokes" that would certainly not be tolerated in any way in most other climes. Yes, the football talent is always there, but the baggage that goes with it is uncanny; Gazza's irreverence can hardly be excused even from a toddler, and the eerie stunts and jokes...! Yet, it is clear that this is the very essence of Gazza; he is the patent antithesis of a thoroughly professional, disciplined, rational, sensible footballer. In this work he succeeds in portraying himself on a personal level as a monster (including an ‘abuser’).Yet he has his very good side, his extraordinary generosity for one. ‘One of the things that has given me greatest pleasure in my life is having been able to provide nice homes for everyone in my family.’ However he is always glimpsing the precipice! Apparently, a honest, often shocking work...

- O Bolaji