I mostly read nonfiction these days. A couple years ago, I was at a beach house with some friends, and people were passing around The Lovely Bones. I decided hey, why not read some fiction! I'm at the beach.

Thence followed a couple days of red-eyed, wrenching sobbing while lying on my beach towel in the sun. What was this book doing to me? Causing feelings? Ack! When you haven't read any fiction in a while, that's a pretty freaking tough place to start.

The Lovely Bones was such a good book although I found it extremely sad.

It's a wonderful book. If you liked it, you might also like "The Secret Life of Bees" by Sue Monk Kidd.

I've not read The lovely bones, but I would like to congratulate taz on a successful usage, in everyday conversation, of the word "lain" !

Huzzah! I'm glad you got them, I was beginning to worry. I've read both and would read them again and figured if I thought they were that good, you (since you had them on your list) would enjoy them as well.

Does that make sense?

Perfect sense! It usually takes a little while for them to get here... They come from the UK, via Germany or something, and then I get a notice from the post office that I have a package, so I also may miss the notice for a couple of days if I don't go out, or don't check the mailbox.

But it's so cool when I get a notice... Like Christmas!