Yes, I've had to up the word limit to ten for this one as my brainkin is still broken. Also, I'm listening to Lady Gaga real loud so as to block out the mouth-breathers having a shouting party upstairs; while Lady Gaga inspires me to do many things (like stay on the treadmill and happily run real fast), thinking isn't one of them.
Here we go.
Too much personal resonance to be enjoyable, but damned good.
2) Little Novels by Wilkie Collins.
All sort of similar, all similarly enjoyable.
I wish Brother Cadfael was my dad.
4) The Giant, O'Brien by Hilary Mantel.
Both the bliss and the blood did me great good.
5) The Woman Who Gave Birth to Rabbits by Emma Donoghue.
Emma Donoghue is the homeless man's Hilary Mantel.