"The Little Stranger"

I had one of those moments of complete happiness today that I wish I had more often. I was in the library, doing something I can't remember, checking in or shelving books, and everything suddenly seemed all right and good, and immediately after I thought -- this will change in a few minutes, and of course it did, but I tried to remember what it felt like, so that I feel it more often.

I drank tea last night while reading a new book by Sarah Waters, called The Little Stranger. It is a great book. I love her writings. Unfortunantely, not much happens in them, and by the middle I usually get bored. But this novel isn't quite so wordy and highly intelligent, but seemly simple with a subtle complexity that will probably resolve into some grand idea that, thankfully, will arrive at the end of the story. It is difficult for me to appreciate books that spend the entirety trying to promote some theory or major idea. Not much of a point to that when everything that is written has been before. A good story, with true (but unique) characters, is what I desire.