The other part of the reason is, I’m in a slight romance funk. Except for HPs, it seems that every book I pick up, even if I think to myself “this is a good book,” I have a hard time picking it back up once I’ve put it down. (And I put them down a lot, because I’ve mostly been sneaking in my reading while getting my daughter to sleep, eating lunch, or waiting in the car.) And I know that when it comes to single-title romances, I’m a gulper — I want to just sit down and get all the way through it. So having staggered reading time just isn’t working for me, and I’ve turned to other genres for now.

So, anyway. LIFE AS WE KNEW IT = Fantastic Book.

*I also have a nearly uncontrollable urge to stockpile canned goods, batteries, and wood.