I started a book that made me say something I've NEVER said before, just in the first page . . . "I wish I had written this." The Name of the Wind, by Patrick Rothkuss.
I think I'm about ready to dive into work on Scent of the Moon again . . . the next ideas are beginning to coalesce, thanks to getting caught up in a truly great read. Even if Rothkuss' story wasn't so engaging, the language alone is almost too beautiful. It starts out "there are three kinds of silence . . . " *sighs*