Skimmed last half of Gilded Cage which might have been interesting if not YA filled with girls who have no man sense.
Still with A Distant Mirror, still the only thing I care to read. I am becoming the kind of person who thinks they're doing well to finish ten books a year.
The Wells and the McKinley do not appeal at all, nor does The Green Man.
Must be the season of the witch. Maybe something Buddhist?