maribou | Skallagrigg, by William Horwood

William Horwood is one of my most favorite authors (Mostly he writes books about moles. And theology. The same books. It's weird.), but most of his books are out of print in the US and hard to get. No matter how much I like someone, I'm unlikely to pay scads of dollars to read a paperback. In any event, this came into my bookstore the other day, so I could use my trade credit on it, after having been wanting to read it for 7 or 8 years. Was worth the wait. It's a hard book to describe (though I should point out that it has no moles in it, being close to completely realistic in content, if not tone), but any time I find myself wishing a 700+ page book wouldn't end, I know I've found a keeper.
(98/200)