I've finished the Von Arnim biography and need to write my review, but find I need to let it settle a bit.
In the meantime, I've started 3 new books in the last several days. I'm almost half-way through Puccini's Ghosts by Morag Joss, but am going to put it aside. Too much tension for me right now; too many unpleasant characters.... Joss is almost too good. Even thinking about her characters and their situation in this book causes a feeling of depression and dread.
I've also begun Mademoiselle Victorine by Debra Finerman. The subject matter interests me--the world of such artists as Manet, Degas, and Monet--the writing isn't holding me.
And the winner is Among Other Things I've Taken Up Smoking by Aoibheann Sweeney. Although I wasn't at all sure of this one because of the title, it captured me from the first page. Sweeney's writing pulls you along like a current, and I'm completely hooked. I just realized that water and fishing metaphors I just used must have inadvertently been taken from the novel. The book is not at all what I expected and in the best possible way, so this is the one I'll finish next.