Between family, drawing, and my crippling addiction to video games, I leave myself very little time for the simple pleasures of reading. I used to read pretty much any and all scifi and fantasy that was published, but these days I can barely manage to stay ahead of Hugo and Nebula nominations, and catching the eventual film adaptations of anything else I may have missed. Such is life.

This year, I’m a bit despondent on the Hugo nominations. I’ve already read (and quite enjoyed) a signed ARC of Redshirts, courtesy of this contest right here, so I’m already a full 100% ahead of where I usually am in reading Hugo-nominated works every year. I’ve no interest in the Vorkosigan series, though I’ve been told it’s quality stuff. And I’ve also no interest in Arabic fantasy (no offense to my middle eastern friends, of course) it’s simply not a setting I’m connected to in any meaningful way. So, Throne of the Crescent Moon is not likely to make my reading list.

So I’ve added Kim Stanley Robinson’s 2312 to my “to-read” list, alongside Mira Grant’s third Newsflesh novel, Blackout (which was already on my list, because Feed was awesome). And yet with even those meager additions, my list grows ever larger, and my time ever shorter.

Maybe someday I’ll stop killing zombies in video games and read about other people killing zombies in the novels I need to read.