All in Fiction
am particularly drawn to books that transport me to a different place and make me feel like I become one with the story. Both books that I’ve chosen to review this month are exceptionally atmospheric and did carry me away. Intimacies, relates the story of a young woman living in the Hague with a job as an interpreter at the Court.
In all honesty, I must admit that I read Gilead years ago and couldn’t really understand its appeal. But, I decided to give it another read when I realized that it had won the Pulitzer Prize and President Obama awarded Robinson the National Humanities Medal in 2013. Also, Oprah chose the Gilead tetralogy as four consecutive book club selections. I can’t say for sure why this time through I loved it so much. But there is definitely something to be said for reading certain books at certain times in one’s life.
As I turned the last page of Five Little Indians, I honestly felt a sense of relief. My first instinct was to put it in one of the little free libraries near my house and be done. But over the next few days, I found myself thinking about the characters often and realizing that although their stories were brutal at times, they were also deeply affecting. Perhaps the book held more than I initially experienced.
Although this is only the second book I’ve read by Kristin Hannah, please consider me officially a Hannah fan-girl. (Read my review of The Great Alone here and Liz’s review of The Four Winds here.) In the last week, reading this book managed to make me feel excited when my 300th cold of the winter woke me up at 5am; I made a cup of tea and read for an hour before even my earliest riser got up.
Every year when the Giller Prize, one of Canada’s top literary awards, is announced, I buy the book. I finally got around to reading the 2022 winner, The Sleeping Car Porter. This book was engrossing and beautiful and I would never have discovered it if not for the Prize.
It seems December and January have been my months to read Irish authors. Thinking about the books, however, I realized that as large and exuberant as I found The Bee Sting to be in terms of character, plotline and themes, This Is Happiness is quiet and subtle. But in some ways, This Is Happiness may end up staying with me for even longer than The Bee Sting. It is a perfectly gorgeous read.
The Bee Sting amazes in so many ways that I want to ensure that this review does it justice. Paul Murray has created a big, exuberant book filled with a score of likeable characters, multiple plot points, heart-wrenching revelations and a good dose of humor.
Jonathan Franzen is one of a very few authors of whom I would say that I am not a big fan. I think I am still scarred from the bizarre and disgusting scene in The Corrections where the protagonist talks to his own feces for 25 pages. However, people love him and so after a long interval, I decided to give Purity a try. Overall, I’m glad I did.
I first heard about Caitlin Shetterly’s debut novel when listening to an episode of Elin Hilderbrand’s Books, Beach & Beyond podcast (which I highly recommend). One of the questions Elin puts to each interviewee is what good books they’ve read recently. She and the author were both raving about how much they had enjoyed Pete and Alice in Maine. Well, I totally agree that it is a powerhouse novel!
Curtis Sittenfeld is one of my go-to authors. When I see she’s got a new book out, I pretty much buy it and read it right off. And my admiration for her writing continues with Romantic Comedy. Main character, Sally Milz, writes for a weekly Saturday night comedy show, “The Night Owls.” Burned by past relationships with men, she has mostly given up on finding love. In fact, she becomes so cynical, that she writes a sketch for Night Owls about what she has dubbed “The Danny Horst Rule.”
I’ll admit, I’m drawn to authors who know how to tell a realistic, compelling story about families and the many relationships that exist between the two parents, each parent and child, and between siblings. Jean Hanff Korelitz tells an absolutely masterful story of one such family’s intricately complex relationships in The Latecomer. From the moment I read that Salo and Johanna first met at the funeral of Salo’s girlfriend who died in a car he had been driving, I realized this story would be riveting.
Ever since I read Bel Canto when it came out in 2001, Ann Patchett has been one of my favorite authors. She keeps writing the most amazing books
Rebecca Makkai has been writing books for a while, but she didn’t come onto my radar until she published The Great Believers in 2018. I’m not quite sure why it took me so long to pick the book up, but I’m glad I did.
I picked this book up after slogging through The Portrait of a Lady by Henry James hoping for something light and easy. The Other Black Girl provided the antidote I needed with its fast moving plot and quirky, contemporary style. But also the book opened my eyes to some of the social and professional struggles young Black women face, particularly in the world of publishing.
Not only does this wonderful author share my name, but she also comes from my home state of Massachusetts. I very clearly remember being in high school when The Pleasing Hour came out and suddenly my name was all over the place.
As I started writing this review, I went back through the L&L archives to double check that my mom had never reviewed People of the Book, since I know it is a favorite of hers. And not only is there no review, there are no Geraldine Brooks reviews at all! Her Pulitzer Prize-winner March is an all-time favorite, so if you haven’t tried a Brooks book, now is the time. And our apologies for slacking on recommending her!
This totally delightful, completely original, novel was recommended to me by my friend Jane. I am quite sure that as I detail its contents, it will sound peculiar at best. But I promise you, there is a good reason why Dear Committee Members won the Thurber Prize for American Humor.
You all know that I tend to gravitate toward historical fiction, but it feels like it’s been a while since I read a big, juicy novel like this one, and I can’t recommend it highly enough. It honestly has a bit of everything, and when I tell you I devoured it, I spent three straight hours (of a much needed mom’s night away) in bed just tearing through the book as fast as I could.
When you genuinely loved an author’s first novel, as I did Cutting for Stone, and you wait 14 years for a second novel, expectations can run high. When I heard that Abraham Verghese had finally brought out his second novel, I immediately bought it and started to read. At 715 pages, I had no misgivings about its length because I just knew it was going to be great. Oprah had already chosen it for her bookclub! Nearly three weeks later, I limped across the finish line and am still trying to figure out why.
I have never read a book by Barbara Kingsolver that I didn’t love, and Prodigal Summer is no exception. Published in 2000, somehow, I hadn’t read this one and was keen to explore whether early Kingsolver novels were as gorgeous as her recent books. Prodigal Summer has an almost ineffable aura about it that I hope I can adequately describe.
