Book Lust

My new job allows me to indulge in personal reading. After having been in school for 10 years, then having a wretched tenure-track job with 2nd Masters degree requirements, I hadn't been able to read what I wanted to read when I wanted to read it. Now that I can dive into a novel or collection of essays without guilt, I am doing so with abandon. So far this month I've completed:

1. Assassination Vacation by Sarah Vowell
2. Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides
3. one third of Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell by Susanna Clarke

Clarke's book is quite long, 782 pages to be exact, and I want to finish it before her next book debuts in October, a collection of short stories called The Ladies of Grace Adieu. I also have a copy of The Historian sitting on my shelf, along with Neil Gaiman's American Gods. Both are waiting to have their spines cracked and their pages turned with anticipatory fingers.

I figure I have plenty of time to catch up on all this reading, re-read Harry Potter 1-6, and be ready for Book 7 when it's released next summer.