Phew, 12 whole weeks into the year already!
I'm finally embarking upon Ray Bradbury's The Martian Chronicles, which isn't technically a novel, but rather a collection of short stories. I figure it counts, though, because it's definitely in book form, with words that can be read. Honestly, this should be right up my alley, but I think I might need a little longer to get into it than usual. Having just finished The Romanov Sisters by Helen Rappaport, my head's in a bit of a different space than Bradbury's admittedly well-fleshed out Martian vision. I suppose there could be echoes of late Tsarist Russia contained therein, no? Or maybe I'm just being silly. Either way, I fully expect to enjoy this Bradbury adventure once I get into the swing of things.