I have at least five books that I got 2+ years ago and have just been carrying around with me, and now that I have a little time to breathe I'm going to read them. The first one is Joan Didion's The Year of Magical Thinking, and honestly I'm not sure what I think of it. It's a brisk, clear read, and I'm glad such a good writer has dealt so honestly with the topics of death and grief, but I'm finding something about Didion's cool WASPish nobility really hard to connect with. Maybe I've just read way too much about it.