Finally managed to finish The Tango Singer this morning, but I never managed to really get into the story, and felt no connection to the characters or the place of the book, so it was a disappointment for me as I'd been anticipating loving it.
After that, I read The Mozart Question in a single, wonderful sitting. It is a beautiful short story by Michael Morpurgo about a world famous Italian violinist, who recounts the tale of his introduction to music and how his parents experiences in the war influenced his life to a young journalist. It brought a few tears not only by the lovely writing, but also by the beautiful atmospheric illustrations by Michael Foreman.
I think I'm going to try and polish off the childrens and young adult books on my TBR shelves before the end of the year, and have a more serious reading session in the new year with the rest of my books waiting patiently to be read.