Haha! A few flakes are blowing around here, but we're not supposed to get the real snow until this afternoon. You know, for my drive home and my BIL & SIL's 6-hour drive in for the holidays.
I'm reading a galley of Summerset Abbey by Teri Brown. It's good enough so far. I've only seen a few episodes of Downton and I think it was written to appeal to that audience. So far it reminds me in some ways of Kate Morton's House at Riverton but with far less historical believability.
I'm listening to another one of Anne Perry's Christmas novellas, A Christmas Homecoming. The narrator on these is excellent and they're good, cozy listens for when I'm on my way to work and back the past couple of weeks.
I'm reading Crossed by Ally Condie, the second in her trilogy, and Lost Antarctica by James McClintock. We have some pretty snow falling, but it's not sticking to the roads much at all. We're traveling this weekend, so I'm much rather not have snow on the roads.
Something called Broken English, and it's a weird crime mystery set in Amish country. It's short, but pretty awful, and I was duped into reading it by my shameful desire to read "bonnet lit." This is not in anyway bonnet lit.