I’ve been pleasantly surprised in the first few months of this year by the number of books I’ve enjoyed. Last year I was still waiting around in August and September for something to really stand out. I’m talking about the kind of reading experience where in the midst of the story I’m already thinking and talking about how good it is. The prose that does something so artistic with language I have to pause in the middle of a sentence just to read it again. The novel with a plot so immersive I forget everything else I am supposed to be doing just to turn another page and see what happens next.
Here we are, at the barest beginning of March, and I already have a handful of books that have impressed and surprised me, with even more coming out in the next few months I can’t wait to start selling. What literary richness!