This will be a quick one, since yesterday hit me with a sudden cold (flu?) that’s left me feeling like I can’t even hold up my head. After finishing up Bastard Out of Carolina late last week, I felt a little caught by the Paradox of Choice. I actually spent over twenty minutes in front of my bookshelves and couldn’t narrow myself down to a single book. Thankfully, my library holds came in and Tenth of December sounded perfect. Short stories are just what I need to balance the bit of slumpiness I’m feeling through the middle of The Book of Strange New Things. I was totally drawn in at the beginning, but I feel like it’s been dragging for about a hundred pages now…like I’m just waiting for something to happen. Here’s hoping it’s worth it in the end.