Since my mother informed me that she no longer wanted to provide storage space for me (perfectly understandable, but rather dismaying), I came back from CA with five boxes of books from pre-college years. This is, of course, just what I need--more books to cram our little house to bursting! I went through them the other day and managed to sort out a box to dispose of, as well as cleverly rearranging shelves to accomodate the rest. These activities always put me in the mood of wanting to read everything, and wondering why on earth I'm wasting my time doing anything but reading. Nevertheless, my reading has been shockingly intermittent lately (due in part to lack of sleep and a generally distracted mind), and I've managed to finish few books besides old childhood favorites and fantasy anthologies. Also I'm re-reading Anna Karenina, which is a marvelous book but for some reason is difficult to read for large periods of time. All this to say, when I finish something of note, I'll blog about it.