Okay, you know how I said I was going to read _How the Light Gets In_ today, as my reward for working extra hard all week? And I have been, and it's Louise Penny, so I expected it to be terrific, maybe not as good as _Bury Your Dead_, book 6 in the series, which was a total mystery tour de force, but still excellent, as almost all of hers have been. Okay, a few earlier ones were kind of weak, but we'll skip over those. I didn't expect that this one would have me so tense that I'm afraid to turn pages, and then, unexpectedly, just weeping. Only Bujold can as completely rip my emotions to shreds like this. And building up all these threads over ten books -- this.
This is what I want to be able to do.