The Great Man by Kate Christiansen

Sometimes when I find a great book after a long dry spell of mediocre to not-so-great books, I catch myself reading as though I'm breathing out one long sigh of relief. I usually read these books quickly, which is a shame (since they're so good). But maybe it's not a shame, because this way, I know I'll be able to re-read and find things I didn't see before.

The Great Man was like that for me. I read it quickly; I read it thankfully. It felt fresh, it felt free, and most importantly, it felt effortless. And those are the kinds of books I love the most. Effortlessly well-written, and effortlessly readable.