Which is what I am going to today, post haste. *grin*
I had signed up for Goodreads and stuck my personal reading challenge to my blog. (Thanks Erin!) It's set for 10 books this year and I am far behind. Currently reading Margret Mitchell's tome of all things romantic, ridiculous, racist, sexist, and 1860's southern. Oh and there's the war too. Shock that I haven't picked it up before now. I have no idea why. But for $0.75 at a thrift store you too can be charmed, angered, annoyed and unable to put it down. Kinda. Also useful to carry in your purse as a defensive weapon. Even as a paper back. It's over a grand long. George R. R. Martin's mother must have had this on display in their home as something to aspire to...and fear.
Seriously though, I am enjoying the read, even if it's taken 100 pages to move the story a whole day and a half. At that pace, how did she cram nearly a decade of story into only 1000+ pages? (Or maybe more than a decade? I'm not sure how much time passes.)
Ah well, my writing is done and I am off to read. Pray I don't manage to drop the book and knock myself out or break a bone or godforbid.