Book stuff.

It occurred to me this weekend that all I've been reading recently is light, totally escapist, no-thought-required books.  It made me feel guilty.  I mean, The Clique?  Come on.  So I assuaged my guilt by blaming the holidays.  Really.  Who wants to read deep philosophical works while trying to finish up buying/wrapping/baking/smiling politely?  (Not that I ever read much in the way of deep stuff.)

So.  Word of warning.  There are many more reviews of silly, not-especially-literary books on the way.

Also, I'm going to try to bang through my backlog over the next few days -- I'd like to know what my actual total is for the year.  But we'll see what happens.  I'm not going to make any promises to myself.  (Which is a bad sign.)