THE GLASS ROOM by Simon Mawer (Man Booker short-listed) was a fine novel. I highly recommend it. It's about the various inhabitants of an architecturally significant house in Czechoslovakia from 1929 until quite a while after the war.
But what I want to talk about here is the wonder of finding a book that you can read effortlessly. A book where the writing or story or characters--something-- just keeps you turning the page. I am not even sure whether it was the subject, the prose, the time of day-who knows. But this book boosted me out of a reading funk. It certainly wasn't the traditional page-turner.
Do you ever find yourself enjoying a book without knowing quite why? A book that isn't your usual thing? Maybe that's it. I needed to read a book about evil Nazis yet again. They never get old.