I made a horrifying discover the other day: I will be reading the same book for the next five years. I've been reading War & Peace for over a month now, and I've only managed to plow through 25 pages. I'm surprised, since last spring I read Anna K and couldn't put it down. I finished it in less than two months. Anyway, at my current rate of 25 pages/month, that's 300 pages/year, and with W&P breaking the binding at ~1500, I've got a long road ahead of me. Five years! I've never even had a boyfriend for five years. I don't know if I could handle that level of commitment (book, not boy). Daunted, nay, overwhelmed, by this realization, I've started reading a different book altogether, Confederates in the Attic. I'm happy to report in less than two days, I've already read more than 70 pages. I should be done with it by the weekend.