Best Present Ever

The Time of Our Singing isn't officially due out until January. But my ever-resourceful stepfather managed to track down an advance reviewer's copy. Thanks to this exquisite timing, not only do I have the new Richard Powers novel in my greedy, grubby little mitts, I also have no idea what it's about. It's also a thick momser, at 600-plus pages.

This is going to be good. Full report soon.