You know what happens when you live in the Midwest, and it hits 60°F on Christmas Day, then plummets to the teens, then goes back to the 30s, with rain, and then plummets again to a wind chill of -12°? If you’re like me, you get sick. You would think that being sick would give you oodles of time to read, right? Not so. I was often so congested that I could barely hold up my head. In any case, I managed to complete 3 books (and start another 6 or so).