I Am The Messenger by Markus Zusak, on the plane ride out to Denver. Started it waiting to board, finished in somewhere over the midwest. I loved four-fifths of it, but just didn’t like the authorial insertion in the end.
Oh my god, guys, it’s December already! How did that happen??? I spent the long, lovely holiday weekend getting caught up on some tv, reading Jennifer Weiner’s Certain Girls, playing video games, and sleeping. Good times, all.