This is a weird time of year for me. I’m in ‘year’s best’ reading mode, so I’m dragging magazines, or print outs of magazines, around with me all over the place, so I can read in odd moments, take notes etc. I’m also trying, stupidly, to read a few novels. This year looks like a really good year for novels, after a comparatively quiet one last year, so I’m eager to do it if I can. I’ve been slowly reading Michael Chabon’s The Yiddish Policemen’s Union, which I’m really enjoying. It’s only taken me a whack of time because of my other reading. I’ve also just stared reading Cassandra Clare’s City of Bones. Justien recommended it somewhere, so I ordered it from Amazon along with a few other things. I’ve read the first three chapters, and am hooked. The only question is, do I take year’s best reading to Adelaide this weekend, or do I read City of Bones. I can’t decide. Though it is supposed to be a holiday weekend.