I have been reading more books this winter, for various reasons, but at the moment I'm mostly blaming my friend Laura Anne, and my mother. Laura Anne had (for various complicated reasons) ended up with a large box of books from our World Fantasy 2012 swag bags* which had, for various also complicated reasons, been unclaimed until recently, when she declared she was moving to Seattle and thus we would be getting a large box of books forthwith. My mother had a birthday, which meant a birthday party, which meant me cleaning my filthy pigsty of a house. Getting the large box of books properly shelved was low on the priority list (as well as requiring a substantial amount of time and -- given the amount of space on my shelves -- possibly a chisel), so they were dumped in the bedroom.
This means I have been walking past an open box of unread books every night on my way to bed.
Thus, I've been reading a lot lately.
One of my most recent grabs resulted in some brain overflow, which my husband has so far resisted hearing, so you're getting it. "Too much overthinking of book flaws" warning ahead....