Ah, the holiday season...time of looniness and mayhem... Today, being my last blog post for 2009, I'm going to channel the holiday spirit and write about conspicuous consumption (of books of course!) and my family's current wish list for Santa.
My husband is always a trickier proposition, book-wise. He barely has enough time to start a book let alone finish it, but I recently introduced him to a terrific Australian thriller writer, Michael Rowbotham, so I know he'll be trying to read him over the holidays. As for his list, well I'm going for non-fiction instead with Michael Chabon's latest, Manhood for Amateurs. I wasn't quite ready to put his wife's book, Bad Mother, on my Santa list (my fragile ego couldn't cope with unwrapping it on Christmas Day...) but I'd love to read it all the same.
I have a veritable library of titles on my list for Santa...and certainly not enough time to read them all...but my top three are: AS Byatt's Edwardian saga, The Children's Book; Cormac McCarthy's post apocalyptic, The Road, and Juliet Nicholson's non-fiction account of collective mourning in the aftermath of WW1, The Great Silence.