How is it that when I was younger, I always thought adult books were about sex and remorse, and these days so many books seem to be about growing weak and old, of children, and solitude. And remorse, still. The Sea by John Banville. I recommend it. We read it for my English bookclub. Fabulous. A poem, really. Reflexions of a life, failed perhaps, of memories, and cancer, and strange things that happened to you when you were a child.
I guess when I was young I read a lot of Marion Zimmer Bradley.
Did I mention the book before that, which I also liked? Saturday. I guess I did. I mentioned it on 2006-05-20 Books.