I seem to be overwhelmed with good reading lately.

Just for starters, there is Kim Stanley Robinson’s amazing alternate history, The Years of Rice and Salt, which I waited far too many years before reading.

Then there’s Gregory Frost’s brand new novel, Shadowbridge, a thing of beauty that also happens to be the first of a two-book series.

And I haven’t even gotten to Duma Key yet — although even now it is staring at me from across the room, crying to me, taunting me, urging me to pick it up and dive in.

It’s an embarrassment of literary riches, really. I am a lucky reader indeed. I feel blessed.