“Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy” by John Le Carre. Margaret Atwood had mentioned it, and someone in an article about the ongoing failures of spies, and I’d heard that he was a good writer, so I got it out of the library. This might not have been the best place to start – the first 100 pages were full of characters with backstory that I didn’t totally get. However, I knew I’d be able to get through it because I passed p. 60 without a problem. I guess I raved about it enough, because Ed picked it up when I was done.
“All These Things I’ve Done” by Gabrielle Zevin. Another library book. I wasn’t really clear on how the world got this way, but the exploration of the results of prohibition was excellent. I loved the somewhat incompetent crime family. The way chocolate made people behave just because it was illegal was an interesting statement about drugs in general, I thought. Some of the characters were stereotypical, but the important relationship – that between Anya and her brain-damaged brother Leo, was really well done. I didn’t realize it was part of a trilogy until I was trying to quote it and had to google.
“Late Eclipses” by Seanan McGuire. The boy negotiated with me that I had to read this before I read the books I got for my birthday, suggesting that I read faster than him so I’d be done this and them before he finished book five, since he plays more tanks than I do (!). The thing that was remarkable here was something she’s probably been doing all along – you know something bad is going to happen, but it’s never quite the bad thing that you expect.