Bernard Schlink's new novel The Woman on the Stairs releases here in the US today. it's getting rave reviews everywhere. I'm still processing the destabilizing brilliance of The Reader. That one has stuck in my mind. (It's interesting how some books do that and some books don't - even if they're meant to.) Beyond the intriguing plots and characters, Schlink's prose captures Hemingway's iceberg: the calm, simple surface belies a mountain of significance underneath. I'm pretty excited to get my teeth into this one.
Also, because I live in Atlanta and traffic is terrifying, annoying, dangerous, and a huge time-waster, I have embraced audio books. The commute is much better now - we moved, thank the stars - but I think the habit of reading with my ears while battling the auto hordes has stuck. Just started Katherine Arden's The Bear and the Nightingale. I'm a sucker for anything Russian to begin with, but this whimsical fairy tale (think Ivey's Snow Child) is fantastic.