I've been reading weird stuff lately - comic books, children's lit, knitting books (there were a few I didn't log, since I was literally looking at pictures of socks I could knit and reading the patterns like a psycho). But I am actually doing literary reading too, I promise. I'm halfway through Alice Munro's Runaway. After that I think I'm actually going to finish Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell, or else read All The King's Men.
Not riding the T every morning and every night is really cutting into my reading time. There's also the fact that I'm knitting my mother a pair of socks for her birthday, which has to be done by Friday night. I've already knit and ripped an entire sock then knit another half and ripped that out, too. Now I have an entire sock and a tiny bit of another one. It can be done, but it means I've been knitting more than 5 hours a day, which is (1) insane, (2) making my hands hurt, and (3) leaving no time for reading.
