I've been reading Fowles's Daniel Martin for months, with many breaks. It's verbose and contrived - the worst literary combination - which is a shame, considering he wrote my favourite ever novel.
After this (I've a hundred pages left), I have P.D. James's The Children of Men, which my girlfriend just bought me following a recent re-watch of the film. I hope and expect it will re-ignite my love for Cuarón's adaptation. I was surprised to realise James is a woman.
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