I'm currently reading Einstein's Monsters by Martin Amis. It's shockingly good, in rather the same way as I find Julian Barnes to be; good in a way that gives me shivers as I'm reading it, which very few things do unless they're sweeping sword & sorcery fantasy and it's that sort of a day. And I've just finished The Sculptress by Minette Walters, which any of you who are likely to enjoy it have probably read already, but I hadn't - also good, though I think she's become a better writer with time. (Sometimes it's reassuring to know that there are people who do this, in the face of, say, Anne bloody Rice.)
God, turning 21 in less than two weeks. In some ways I'm surprised I made it this far. Yay for me.
And for you lot. Thanks. Could probably have done it without you, but it would have been a hell of a lot less fun.