Not a high pagecount, but good stuff. Expect even less in February, since I sort of compulsively read novels when I'm the most stressed and it's the least best idea in the world.

One of these days I ought to have a read-a-thon for a "send ase to college!" charity drive. Chill out at dad's and try to persuade people to give me one cent for every page ( Read more... )

As I mull over the usual new year stuff (does money from aunts get reported on tax forms? Why is January evil? Why is it sixty-five degrees out? Okay, that's not usual), it occurs to me that there's some business from last year I never finished up: the book list ( Read more... )