My father and I just finished Piranesi by Susanna Clarke.
During the year the albatross came to the southwestern halls in the Labyrinth, truths and answers to a thousand mysteries are assembled from forgotten journals and murky memories that ebb and flow as the tides while who is friend and foe becomes both less and more certain, until all meet in a flood that washes away all doubt. Truly unique on a level comparable to Diana Wynne Jones herself, though one could never mistake it as being written by Jones, this book is nothing like anything we have ever read.
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