The Wood at Midwinter by Susanna Clarke

First of all, a note on physical book design: One thing I really dislike about new books is that most of them are absolutely massive hardbacks which I find really awkward and unwieldy to hold and keep open; The Warm Hands of Ghosts, for instance, when I got it from the library was a whopping 24cm high, and even Clarke's Piranesi is 22cm. They also tend to have dust jackets, which I dislike (these at least can be removed, although not from library books). My ideal format for a book is a small hardback with no dust jacket which lies more or less flat on the table; many of the older books I own are just that, and I lament the change in publishing practices. Imagine my satisfaction, therefore, when The Wood at Midwinter turns out to be a mere 20.5cm high, nicely cloth-bound, with no dust jacket. More of this, please. It also has a gorgeous cover design.

( Of all the trees that are in the wood... )