The only book I read this year that wasn't by Graham Greene was the altogether excellent Hummingbird's Daugher, by Luis Alberto Urrea. Going into the book all I really knew was that there was a "mystical" element to the book, which led me to assume it would be Garcia Marquez-like magical realism. But it really is its own animal. It's quietly epic, with wonderfully drawn characters down to the most minor or incidental, and does a great job of blending true history, vivid imagery, and masterful storytelling. Highly recommended if you haven't read it already.
If you have read it, then get yourself over to Readerville, where we'll all be discussing the book throughout the month of May. Join the discussion or just lurk—there's sure to be some insight.
[For those not familiar—you do have to register, for free, to access the content at Readerville. Once you've done so you can lurk or post to your heart's content. They do ask for a monthly donation, but it's just that, so don't let it scare you off if you've never poked around there.]
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