As you may know from regular reading, I like short books.
I know, it’s dumb, but sometimes (like with the book I’m reading now, “A Lady Cyclist’s Guide to Kashgar” by Suzanne Joinson) authors just don’t know when to call it a book. Life’s short, so I respect authors who can get in and out of a story without too much padding. It’s even better when they leave a reader with something to think about.
That’s the case with two short novels I read late last year that I still think about. They couldn’t be more different in theme or style, but both pack a punch.