I just finished reading Aravind Adiga's The White Tiger. It is one of my favorite types of novel, a literary page-turner set in India with a unique voice and point-of-view. I recommend it highly and can see why it won the Man Booker Prize for 2008.
Currently I'm reading the Watchmen graphic novel which is a slow read for me. The dire atmosphere and misogynist drawings are taking a lot of the fun out of it. How many panels do I have to look at involving rape, near rape, extreme ugliness or someone with blood coming out of their mouth? Ugh. I'm having to force myself to finish it, so it's hard to understand why Canada's Globe and Mail named it a top 100 novel of all time. Perhaps I'll know when I get to the end.
These past few weeks have been so busy with school I've done little writing but I did enjoy the reunion with my critique group last Thursday. Right now I've got to get back to that manuscript on the go. I get critiqued May 21. Wish me good luck.
Labels: book review, drama, Writing