I like P.D. James very much.
Now reading Far From The Tree by Andrew Solomon. Studies of "otherness". It's making me think of how I entered into motherhood back in 1969. Hey, I got married and had a baby, and counted his fingers and toes, and took him home from the hospital along with a starter kit of Enfamil, and then I've loved him for the next forty plus years. Oh happy, happy ignorance and good fortune.
I'll be reserving Solomon's The Noonday Demon, An Atlas of Depression.
Also reading George Saunder's short stories,Pastoralia, and recently read his children's book, The Persistent Gappers of Frith.