I recently reread The Light of Other Suns for a family book group; still admirable!
And I finished The Echo Maker by Richard Powers, which I abandoned a couple of years ago when the library loan ended. I had to reread more than I’d hoped. For all its fine intellectual qualities – I had to agree with one reviewer who said “I’ve now read five of his novels, and I can’t recall a single easy laugh in any of them.”
Now for some lighter fare:
Dial A for Aunties by Jesse Q. Sutanto was a fast read. There are strong/funny/exasperating Asian aunties, a dutiful daughter/niece, a hot romance, a glitzy wedding, and a dead body. What’s not to like?
I jumped into Anne Tyler’s French Braid last night after finishing the Herriot. A few chapters in, I’m going to say it reads like her more recent works. The characters are pretty generic; she doesn’t delve into details like she used to do. But it’s early days and I have hopes.
Crying in H Mart just came to me from the library.
Also I need to finish These Precious Days.
I’m reading excerpts of the travel writer Jan Morris’s memoir, Conundrum. Not light fare at all, but fascinating, and she is such a wordsmith.
Another book group is going to read Toni Morrison’s only short story, Recitatif, recently published in book form. It’s about 100 pages and looks thought provoking.