The Russians and I are taking a much-needed break. No more Russian doorstops in the next few days. Doctor Zhivago and War and Peace will have to wait.
For the meantime, I'm reading a lot of thrillers lately. They have always been my antidote to the cloying feeling I get whenever I do a series of "heavy" reading. Lately, I finished Gone Girl and The Devotion of Suspect X, which were awesome reads.
But the novels that really floored me were the young adult thrillers written by Barry Lyga. The first book, I Hunt Killers, was a wonderful surprise. Even though it was YA, it had plenty of grit and gore to satisfy even hardcore adult readers of the genre. The second novel, Game, which I just read in white heat this afternoon, is just as satisfying as the first. (I'll post more detailed reviews soon.)
I Hunt Killers ends in a cliffhanger; Game also sets up the third novel beautifully. I have no idea when the third book will come out. I. CANT. WAIT.