This news comes as no suprise. I only draw attention to it so as to offer further encouragement to read her novels, not least Home, the run-away winner of this year's Orange Prize. Two excerpts to wet your appetite:
"What a strange old book it was. How oddly holiness situated
itself among the things of the world, how endlessly creation wrenched
and strained under the burden of its own significance. "I will open my
mouth in a parable. I will utter dark sayings of old, which we have
heard and known, and our fathers have told us." Yes, there it was, the
parable of manna. All bread is the bread of heaven, her father used to
say. It expresses the will of God to sustain us in this flesh, in this
life. Weary or bitter or bewildered as we may be, God is faithful. He
lets us wander so will know what it means to come home."
"For her, church was an airy white room with tall windows looking out
on God's good world, with God's good sunlight pouring in through those
windows and falling across the pulpit where her father stood, straight
and strong, parsing the broken heart of humankind and praising the
loving heart of Christ. That was church."