I'm not finished with it yet (it's 500 pages, for crying out loud), but I'm savoring the final 150 like they're the last two bites of chocolate mousse pie. It takes a lot to make me look forward to a 45-minute subway commute, but somehow, thinking about propping this paperback on my knees actually makes me crave my ride to work. Now that's a good book.
Have you ever been reading and found yourself thinking, "Good Lord! This book is so good I just...I just wanna EAT IT!" No? Just me? Well, the book I'm currently reading--The Post-Birthday World by Lionel Shriver--has me so completely engaged I just can't get enough of it. I don't want to just read this thing; I want to clutch it to my chest and rock it to sleep at night. I want to dip it in candy coating and serve it at my next party. I don't want to reveal much about the content, but the general theme is deciphering the importance of passion versus security in a relationship, laid out in alternate-reality, Sliding Doors fashion. The plot and the pacing are perfect and the writer is so unbelievably talented it makes me want to hog-tie her till she tells me all of her secrets.