Let Sleeping Gods Lie

In the midst of NaNo craziness, not to mention the upcoming holiday, I was caught up in a novel by Dianne Gray.  Let Sleeping Gods Lie is a beautifully written, intriguing tale of religious fanatics and families.  Nick Landau has been summoned home, but knows there more to his parents’ request.  Ali Ingram has come to Bookalong Creek in Queensland to attend to her mother’s final request.  My description is sparse; I don’t want to spoil the experience.  Let Sleeping Gods Lie is definitely an experience.

One of reading’s thrills is discovering a new place; I’ve not been to Australia, but over two days I was near sugar cane and dingos, green ants and large spiders.  Australia is home to another of my favourite novels, The Thorn Birds, and Let Sleeping Gods Lie has joined that top ten list; well plotted and paced, teeming with incredible characters, framed by poetic prose.  I highly recommend Dianne’s work.

As an aside, I want to note that the best books I’ve read this year have been by indie authors, and they have been stunning and gorgeous, eye-opening and amazing.  I don’t mean to slather the praise with a large spoon, but hey, they have been terrific.  I’ll get to those writers and novels before the end of the year, but I wanted to add Dianne Gray and Let Sleeping Gods Lie to the list.  Maybe in another day or three, depending on how the writing goes, not to mention Thanksgiving preparations (and a visit from my soon to be birthday-celebrating eldest), I’ll write a little something about why indie novels are my preferred books of choice.  But in the meantime, check out Let Sleeping Gods Lie; religious fanatics aren’t just an American fictional staple, which to my surprise was one of the biggest joys of reading this story.  That might sound a little strange, but I wouldn’t want to get within ten feet of Nick’s clan, except within the pages of Dianne’s novel, heh heh heh…