That actually does make sense, whether it seems like it or not.
I think maybe I need to do some just reading because there are things I want to be reading. Like my new Locus. And a big pile of fiction that has absolutely nothing to do with Elizabethan England. And maybe the new edition of the Brian Froud/Alan Lee Faeries that kit_kindred gave me last year that I haven't even *opened* yet. I loff Froud. I am not in San Diego fawning on him now in an embarassingly fangirl fashion, sadly. Such is life.
Maybe I'll read one of these books tanaise made me buy.