My reading habits are skewed these days because of working on the Casablanca book (WWII, Moroccan history, more WWII), but I loved leaving Morocco and disappearing into these books during the past year. In no particular order . . .
Deborah Harkness's The Book of Life. A great finish to a fun and engrossing trilogy. Only Harkness could turn a committee meeting into a power play worthy of the “The Godfather” and make me verklempt at a baptism. The kick-ass historian heroine and hot vampire don't hurt either.
Farran Smith Nehme's Missing Reels. A delightful screwball comedy and a love