They say the pen is mightier than the sword, yet Amor Towles has managed to master both. After each (rather small) progression through “A Gentleman in Moscow”, I am shocked at his ability to both capture my imagination and cut me to my core. 

This eloquent writing is not overly dense, as one would expect from the enigmatic pages of “Infinite Jest”, or more verbose works of C.S. Lewis, and tackling a chapter or two does not render the reader with a furrowed brow and finger buried in their mess of hair (or lack thereof). He can somehow string together phrases with more ease than a yellow-coated lobsterman can serve you the meat of that beloved red crustacean. 

So, without further ado, it is my delight to recommend you pick up any of the works of Amor Towles. I think you’ll find yourself grinning, let alone smiling, after each read.