Hannah makes me want to read period novels. Gaskell-ian novels. I know I'm going to start on that and move in one of two directions: either on to the Great American Classics (GUH Steinbeck! Hardy! ♥) or into steampunk and then toddle off into sci-fi. Speaking of which, I've maybe found something that's passably readable. Amtrak Wars! I'm not giving half a rat's about its shining literary quality (none at all) but it's interesting. Of course, there are incredibly irritating facets but they're ignorable. :) What I'd like is to find the gusto with which I used to read Asimov or Clarke. I wonder where it went.