ONE OF THE MAGICAL parts about having your own library — even one as cramped and disorganized as mine — is that you can spot something unusual on the shelf, pull it down, and make a delightful discovery.
My discovery this week was a ten-year-old novel, Across the Nightingale Floor. I’m not entirely sure how this one fell into my hands. It’s not something I would ordinarily seek out or even encounter accidentally. My best guess is that it was part of my score as a participant in a sort-of estate sale a couple-few years back.
The story reminds of those swords-and-revenge plots in Japanimation shows, such as Inuyasha or Bleach, only grown-up. It also provides a window into a mystical time, in mood like a foggy river bottom at dawn.
I see from the back-cover copy on the second book in the series — called the Tales of the Otori — that the publisher thinks they’re YA. O. K. If they say so.
Highly recommended, particularly if you’re looking for a break from genre fiction.