Read Alias Grace by Margaret Atwood.
I bought it more than a month ago. It moved around my settee and magazine rack all these days while I read Victorian detective stories that I forgot by the next day. This Sunday I decided it was a good day to start. And once I did start, I couldn’t put it down. Atwood is the best living author, I must say. The words are poetic, and the characters are as weird and normal as always. The times and story telling is Victorian, and so is the ending. Though it is still ambiguous( otherwise it wouldn’t be Atwood), there is the ‘wrapping-up’ with happy(?) endings that I have been seeing in my Victorian romances all these days.
