The Age of Innocence has been my train reading for the last few weeks, and this week I finished it. I haven't read much Edith Wharton in the past, but her descriptions are delicious.
How wonderful to read something for the pleasure of reading's sake. That, I think, is my criteria for a good novel (or poem or play, for that matter): It should stand up to analysis, but it must be enjoyed, whether analyzed or not.
Read anything good lately?