Reading

So, two weeks and 3.5 volumes later, I think I'm going to bail on Fruits Basket after all. I was ready for it to be unintentionally disturbing; I wasn't ready to get bored. At this point, the goofy slice of life stuff has worn thin, the sentimental riffs are just too repetitive, and both of them together aren't enough compensation for the parsimony with which any larger plot is being doled out drop by drop. If I have to keep after myself to read something like this, it's probably not worth it.

But I got to a library that had the second Moribito novel! w00t!

On the knitting front, I've got the toe section of one split-toe sock done (and I think the Boye needles may have just been shaped like that to start with and it's not that they're wearing away like I thought; I still want bamboo, though).