On the way out the door this morning, I picked up Peter S. Beagle's 1999 novel Tamsin, which has been sitting unread on my bookshelf for years. I think I was afraid I wouldn't like it as much as I wanted to.
I needn't have worried. I read the first five chapters on the plane, and it's thoroughly charming. The narrator's voice, in particular, is immensely engaging--she's a modern 19-year-old, writing about events that happened when she was 13, and Beagle makes it work brilliantly. My only problem with it is that the narrator's intrusions into the narrative use some of the same tricks and ideas I'm using in the story I've been writing, so I need to think about whether to change some of mine.
Anyway, very much looking forward to reading the rest of the book.
Meanwhile, here at Mary Anne's I just happened across a thin volume called Fish Soup, by Ursula K. Le Guin, which I had never previously heard of. A kids' book, 30 pages long, with delightful illustrations by Patrick Wynne. It too is thoroughly charming. It's about the friendship between the Thinking Man of Moha and the Writing Woman of Maho, and it features flying mice, and soup, and a couple of children, and other such material. Recommended.