By the middle of the third month I had finished only reading the second book of the year. I'm failing horribly on my reading list. I've put 25 books on that list and at the rate I'm going I'll be lucky to read 10. And what was the third book on the list, the next one I was supposed to read? Denis Johnson's Tree of Smoke. Another one over 600 pages long.
So, in order to come away with sense of accomplishment and be able to tick off a few more titles on the list, because of the business and leisure travel over the last two weeks, I've jumped ahead on the list some. And I just kicked that Denis Johnson can down the road.