I’m trying to figure out what to read. Today is a perfect day for curling up with a book — cool, overcast, and even a little drizzly. Problem is, I’m in the middle of three novels (not counting the giant stack of half-reads that are patiently waiting in book purgatory). First, Madame Bovary, which I started mostly because I felt dumb for never having read such as “classic.” I’m on page 96 of 281. Next, The History of Love, which my mom gave me and I am enjoying already, even just being on page 51 of 252. Thirdly, Tess of the D’Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy, which I got for a buck at a big book fair at Fort Mason, and for that reason didn’t feel bad about taking it to read in the bath. I’m only on 48 of 419 on that one…yikes that’s longer than I thought.