With all the free time I unwillingly have, I have been able to indulge in steady reading for the first time in a very long time. I've been able to catch up on those classics everyone should've read by now (either by choice or by force) and discover new authors/topics. I've already added several favorites to my list (such as Catcher in the Rye and To Kill a Mockingbird) and still get that bittersweet feeling each time I reach the last page of a new book.
Book I'm currently reading: Candide by Voltaire. I'm halfway through and if one more thing happens to that poor unfortunate soul (or any more of his friends die) I don't know what I'll do. But I'm thinking I'll probably keep reading and laughing at that fool.