To read a James Lee Burke novel is to reacquaint yourself with a quality and style of writing that creates images so vivid that you can hear the water lapping at the edge of the bayou and feel the humidity in the Louisiana parish air.
Kind of a prequel/sequel to Oryx & Crake, but you don't need to read that one to appreciate this one. I've never read a Margaret Atwood book I didn't like. This is one of her bleak dystopian future sci-fi books, but somehow manages not to be depressing.
Still Life with Bread Crumbs: A Novel by Anna Quindlen. begins with an imagined gunshot and ends with a new tin roof. Between the two is a wry and knowing portrait of Rebecca Winter, a photographer whose work made her an unlikely heroine for many women.