On the weekend I visited my brother and got to visit an actual bookstore (Borders), and one bigger than my loungeroom (it's one thing I miss about living in Sydney). I have to say that, while I've always been somewhat bemused by people saying that ebooks will never replace pbooks (just thinking your normal fiction here), I found that again browsing a large brick-and-mortar bookstore is worlds above browsing a mobipocket or an Amazon or a Project Gutenberg. [sigh] It was wonderful.
Anyway, to get to the point, I bought there The Philosopher's Dog (Raimond Gaita), Perdido Street Station (China Miéville), The Sparrow and Children of God (Mary Doria Russell).
I just last night started The Sparrow and, while I'm only a few tens of pages in, I'm already quite stunned by it. I hope it keeps up this way, though the essential suspense of wondering what happened is already infuriating (but it's that most pleasant of rages
).
Cheers,
Marc