Not counting the ones I cannot give in to, I have only two indulgences: Computers and novels. At the plate is The Historian, by Elizabeth Kostova.
“A teenage American girl, living in 1972 Amsterdam, comes across an ancient book in the library of her widower father, a former historian and now a diplomat. The book, blank save for an illustration of a dragon and the word Drakulya, contains a cache of faded letters all addressed to “My dear and unfortunate reader.” Thus begins a search for the truth behind the myth of Dracula, a search that crosses continents as well as generations.”
On deck: The Twelfth Card, by Jeffery Deaver. The new Lincoln Rhyme novel.