I finished Middlesex. Wow. That book is now in my top five fave books. It was like a 20 course meal, each one building on the flavors of the previous so that in true crescendo style, a masterpiece is formed. I read stuff like that book and I'm humbled, what a hack I am, I'll never be a real writer. I hear it took him nine years to write, and I can see why, it seemed formed strictly from the muse, those moments when she visits and clarity, poetry and insight conspire together for a creative geyser to erupt. The way the sky, water and land can sometimes scheme up a jaw dropping vista.
I always have a favorite line in a good book and my favorite from this one was, "There was something in the air, like the air was keeping score." This was before the race riots erupted in Detroit. I loved all the literary tricks in the book too, the simile and the personification (as in my favorite line) so expertly crafted. By the end, I felt like the author and I were intimate friends. If you haven't, you simply must read it. It's about a hermaphrodite, but so much more.