Words, words, words, words.
I'm currently reading The Book Thief by Markus Zusak, though I'm finding the staccato style and bleak setting (pre-war, Nazi Germany) a trifle wearing. I also don't think it's as ground-breaking as the critics say it is; yet another novel from the point of view of the Grim Reaper, who doesn't enjoy his work but takes pleasure in watching the affairs of humans.

Previously, I read The Book of Dave by Will Self, which is a good book but which I didn't find particularly enjoyable, again for the bleak outlook and use of language. Irritatingly, I started reading it because I wanted something lighter than The Book Thief and expected a little more humour; it tells the story of a future society based on the discovered ramblings of a deranged London cabbie.

Before that, Bellwether by Connie Willis, which is sort of about how serendipitous scientific discoveries are made and is very funny.

Anything by Kazuo Ishiguro or Haruki Murakami is worth reading. I also have a good chunk of stuff I haven't yet read. I really must make the time.
(ThomsonsPier consumes, Wed 12 Nov 2008, 12:58, Reply)