The Penelopiad, Margaret Atwood: The sort of thing Atwood does very well. As with any retellings of classic tales, you know it’s good when you can’t imagine it being another way. This is one of those.
The Uncommon Reader, Alan Bennett: The Queen of England becomes a reader. Consequences!
You Must Be This Happy to Enter, Elizabeth Crane: Most of the stories are fantastic and remind me a bit of the best of George Saunders. And they only vaguely frighten me.
The Bachelor, Stella Gibbons: Why, why, why are you out of print? You are delightful! From the author of
Cold Comfort Farm.
Through the Children’s Gate, Adam Gopnik: After
Paris to the Moon. The family is back in New York City, now with two children. And an imaginary friend named Mr. Ravioli.
A Spot of Bother, Mark Haddon: Some quite good bits, like when Jamie wishes that, instead of trying to explain his feelings for boyfriend Tony, he could just lift a lid on his head and say, “Look.”
Told By an Idiot, Rose MacAulay: The novel follows a family from the Victorian period through the 1920s. A perfect book to read in this time and this place.
Symposium and
A Far Cry from Kensington, Muriel Spark: In
Symposium, a posh London dinner party is interrupted by murder. In
A Far Cry from Kensington, Nancy Hawkins gives good advice, loses weight, and gets fired from job after job because she insults a hack. Both are funnier than these descriptions make them sound.
The Good Children, Kate Wilhelm: The book that fooled me into thinking that the rest of this author’s work would be as good. It isn’t. Too bad, because this is a solid, rich, full novel.
Jill the Reckless, P.G. Wodehouse: Proof that Wodehouse understands female characters beyond their divine profiles. Pitch-perfect.
