I track how much I read every day. And for basically the first part of the year, I had 300 straight days in which I read at least an hour a day. But I haven’t read a word for the last four days (ever since finishing the Sarashina Diary). I don’t know, I guess I just haven’t been feeling the written word lately. Not sure exactly what’s up. I’ve been loving Gossip Girl and feeling really engaged by it. I think that maybe what I need is something a bit warmer. Somehow that’s the one thing that’s always been missing, for me, from books. With a few exceptions, they seem to lack a certain warmth and comfort and safety.