More books. PLEASE

So, it's Christmas break and I have nothing that I simply must do, no deadlines, work or what-not. I spend partial days texting a friend of mine, to whom I have loaned my copy of Ender's Game, and we mourn the books we probably won't get to read before the spring 2014 semester comes along and eats our reading time for breakfast. I have stopped New Year's resolution-ing because it's a resolution a week with me, so I am not going to make a goal this year of reading more while I am at school. But if that were my goal, these are the books I would read:

Mere Christianity by C.S. Lewis. I read The Screwtape Letters during spring break, and ever since I have been hungry for more of Lewis's work.

Ender's Shadow by Orson Scott Card. I actually did manage to read Ender's Game this past fall semester. It was my first sci-fi, and it had me in tears on occaision. My boyfriend tells me this sequel is really good, and he is going to loan it to me (oh, the many perks of dating a nerdy English major).

Tuesdays With Morrie by Mitch Albom.  Aforementioned friend / partner-in-mourning-the-books-we-don't-have-time-to-read recommeded this one to me.

Those are the titles that have been tapping me on the shoulder lately, whispering "read me! you're already so far behind!" I get depressed sometimes, when I think of all the books I still will not have read by the time I die.

Most recently I have been reading some of the Sherlock Holmes novels (and by "some" I mean A Study in Scarlet and The Hound of the Baskervilles). A couple nights ago, I watched the BBC show Sherlock with my boyfriend and his family, and I believe I may have found my new show.

So here I cut the blog time, and give the rest of this cold Monday to reading. Sign of the Four, here I come.