Finished The Hobbit thanks to some manner of intestinal bug and a somewhat self-imposed quarantine (yay! No work! Boo, no pay!).
Now since I'm moving I'm going to pack up all my books and just leave out my e-reader, my copy of Memories of Ice, and maybe my On Writing by Steven King for other reading. I half read it at a writer's retreat and never finished it, so I am starting it again. Writing instructional stuff like blogs and such tend to drive me bonkers (especially the "what you're doing wrong!" sort) but I've enjoyed at least the biographical part of this one. That's about half the book. Haven't hit the actual "writing" part yet.