Still reading the Adventures of Auggie March. I have a big problem with not finishing books. I read them half way, slowly, and then give up when another literary adventure peaks my interest. It's sad. It makes me feel like a failure sometimes. Why can't I just read a whole damn book!? But then there are good books, ones I really like, which I read the whole way through, sometimes even quickly. Hey, I managed to get through Anna Karenina. That says something, right?