Oh, Sunshine, how I love you. Robin McKinley’s fantasy is a hugely satisfying read on two levels. Sunshine is a baker in a cafe that I devoutly wish was a real place, preferably right down the block. The book starts by laying the scene with cinnamon rolls and early morning work. The characters are wonderful and rich, and the talk of flour and butter and recipes and people is so absorbing that you forget you’ve just started reading a fantasy novel. And then vampire things happen, and that part is just as good.
The language is slipshod, and I didn’t care one bit. I just read and read and read with great happiness until there wasn’t any more book to read. Now I’m hoping for a sequel (I’m not sure if there’s one planned or not – it could go either way). I don’t want to give away any more plot than that: cinnamon rolls as big as your head, and vampires that are true to lore but not like any vampires I’ve ever read about before. It’s wonderful. Read it.