I just finished Snowblind by Christopher Golden (the 60th book I read this year!). It wasn't grand literature; actually it was a bit juvenile in it's phrasing, but the author really does weave a great story. There were a lot of "wow, I did not see that coming" moments for me throughout the book. If the writing had been more mature, it would have been an amazing horror novel. Still, I think I'd give another one of his books a try.
I'm reading Anna Karenina along with my reddit bookclub. Last year I considered joining a club at a local shop (they have a bar in their reading room!). I even read one of their books. But joining would require putting on pants and leaving the house. Boo. I think reading a long with folks on reddit and having online discussions is more my style right now. I have a lot of outside-the-house things planned for next year, so I might throw that in as well.
Originally, I joined this club because I had been considering reading Anna K again. One of my blog friends had just finished it, and her writings about it intrigued me. But I was intimidated and didn't want to read it alone. I discovered that this club just so happened to be about to start Anna K, so I took it as a sign.
We're in Part Two right now. I don't know why I was intimidated! It's very easy to read. Maybe it wasn't easy for 11 year old me (I tried to read the damn thing when I was in 5th grade and understood nothing) but I'm breezing through it. Our club leader described it as a "page-turner". Now, I've never heard such thick Russian literature described as such, but he has a point. I'm easily and happily meeting my page requirement each day (self-imposed, really). And I like the discussions we had about Part One. My favorite topic: the cover looks like a butt.
It's a butt.