I'm currently behind on reviews, so don't be surprised if the recent reviews are a bit sparse.

The Time of Our Singing

Cover of The Time of Our Singing.

This book made me dream, and made me miss singing. I loved it intensely - half of it. The other half was overly dramatic, overwrought, and more in love with its own understanding of music than with having any plot or tension. Sadly, the two halves are completely woven together, so you have to take one to get the other. I found the read well worth my time, but your mileage will vary.