About once every calendar year I try to read a William Faulkner book and quit halfway through. This year's selection was Sanctuary. Given that it's considerably shorter than my other failures (the Sound and the Fury, As I Lay Dying) I had high hopes for reaching the end, but I just can't vibe with the stream-of-consciousness thing. Probably never will.

Abandoning fiction, I have moved on to The Name of War: King Philip's War and the Origins of American Identity. It's a topic I became interested in after reading Nathaniel Philbrick's Mayflower last summer. So far, so good.

Also! My new guitar is here. She's so pretty. Having it makes me very enthusiastic about starting something new, musically.