Reading the books I got for Christmas:Bluebeard's Egg, by Margaret Atwood, and The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova, which I'd been waiting for in paperback -- like legions of vampire lovers with tired shoulders.
Atwood has the reputation of being unfriendly & snobbish -- maybe that's why it's so much fun to read her descriptions of characters. She can really slice 'em and dice 'em.
The Historian moves at a pace that brings me back to all the reading I did as a child/teen, when I wasn't in a hurry all the time, and maybe the world wasn't either. This book has been criticized for needing better editing. The funny thing is, you know all the vampire characteristics, all the possibilities, but it's good anyway. There's a lot of beautiful descriptive travel writing, which redeems the inordinate number of locale changes.
It was Book Sense's Book of the Year in fiction.
"Immersion in the life of the world, a willingness to be inhabited by and to speak for others, including those beyond the realm of the human, these are the practices not just of the bodhisattva but of the writer." --Jane Hirshfield