Holy cow. I read this book in ONE DAY. Granted, it was under 200 pages, but still. I liked it a lot. Ian McEwan, I can't wait to find out if you write any happy books.
It's about a very young British couple on their wedding night in 1962. There's a lot of remembering and internalizing, and at one point early on I actually flipped forward to see if there was any dialogue. (There is.) Much like with Amsterdam, I felt a little deflated at the end, but hungry for another book.