Now that I've finished Let the Great World Spin and am almost done with Into the Beautiful North, I feel that the praise I bestowed on both novels yesterday was too faint. These novels are wonderful. Brief moments of descriptive weakness aside, they have powerful stories to tell--and as mentioned yesterday, there is a love for people and a love for stories embedded so strongly in both novels, and they look at our current world--in all its confusion and multi-cultured splendor--so astutely and so passionately, that my faith in novels as a genre has been somewhat renewed.
I'm going to stop there tonight, because of a strong desire to dive into Into the Beautiful North again before going to bed.
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