So last night, I decided the next book on the list would be a re-read of The Scarlet Letter, by Nathaniel Hawthorn. Mostly because I needed some thick plot and some flowery writing to break me out of Breakfast of Champions. I haven't read the book since high school, so we'll see how it goes. I might do the Crucible after that, and stay in the early New England theme.
I have to say, though I've lost about 40 pounds in the last 2 years, one drawback is how cold I am in the winter. It doesn't seem to matter if I wear socks, long sleeves, layers, I still have this chill. Maybe this week it's just getting over sick, and hopefully I'll be better (and warmer) soon. Until then, I'm breaking out the heating pad.