I keep forgetting to come in here as I read things. Anyway, for the month I've read:
The Queen's Necklace by our own Teresa Edgerton -- a beautifully iced, lovingly detailed, luscious Christmas cake of a novel, full of delicious tidbits.
The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco -- more stolid intellectually-demanding fare, but unfortunately apposite in view of events over the last month, as the voice of reason demands the right to laugh in the face of religious dogma and self-righteousness.
The Fall of Hyperion by Dan Simmons -- a stunning book which had everything -- vivid description, imaginative worldbuilding, fierce action scenes, nuanced characters, genuine pathos, drama, political intrigue, thought-provoking themes and ideas, suspense, and poetry, even if it is by Keats -- but for me the promise of its greatness was failed by the last quarter and its ending.
The Magician's Guild by Trudi Canavan -- an easy read, but with little plot, poor dialogue, and facile characterisation.
One of Our Thursdays is Missing by Jasper Fforde -- inventive, intelligent, and very funny.
The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet by David Mitchell -- excellent writing with superb world-building and characters, but for me there was a lack of focus in places as his urge to create those characters produced a number of irrelevant and detailed back stories.
Split Images by Elmore Leonard -- a taut, edgy, writ-as-it's-spoke crime novel, understated and atmospheric.
And one book I couldn't finish, VALIS by Philip K Dick -- a drug-addled, schizophrenic, failed-suicide of a narrator details his breakdown in mental health and his obsession with theology. I had to dump it less than a third of the way through.
In addition, I've been dipping into a non-fiction book, Medieval Panorama edited by Robert Bartlett, which covers every aspect of medieval life but primarily is a visual feast, with a cornucopia of wonderful illustrations.