Last week Atlanta had the biggest winter weather event since, I hear from those who have lived here for a while, 1993. At my house we were covered in six inches of snow with ice on top. I didn't leave the house from Sunday to Thursday. I had some editing to do of an academic journal, but was also able to get in a lot of relaxation, hot chocolate, watching Lost episodes on Netflix and, of course, reading. I caught up some on my stack of magazines, read The Golden Compass by Philip Pullman, 100 Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez and a book I picked up in London called The Lady’s Book of Manners (no author, Copper Beech Publishing). All in all, a good week.
If you were snowed in, what did you read?