Thoughts of no particular interest to anyone but myself:

• Is anyone else getting sick of hearing about Thomas Pynchon’s Against the Day? I was interested in reading it, but now I find it hard to care. This book is being hyped to death, so I think I’ll skip it, at least until the chatter dies down.
• I was surprised to find Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol at my friend’s parents’ house yesterday. This is one book I’ve been meaning to get to before Christmas. Now I don’t have any excuses.
• I’ve finally reached the second part of Susanna Clarke’s Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell. I don’t know what it is about this book, but it seems I can only read fifty pages at a time before losing interest (or before someone comes along and bothers me). That’s not to say I don’t like the book. I think it’s great; I just haven’t had much time to get into it. But now, with everyone braving the after-Thanksgiving shopping rush, maybe I can get caught up on my reading.