I'm reading "The Garden of Evening Mists", a Malaysian novel set in the Cameron Highlands, which is where my dad went to school, and it's about the experiences of a young Chinese-Malay woman during and after WWII, so very relevant to my family. It's a strange feeling reading it!
I had intended to read "The Luminaries" but it was so big it put me off! I like to start a book feeling I have a good chance of getting to the end before I've forgotten the beginning...