I spent the first half of the month not having much time to read at all (and also preparing for an intercontinental move, so most of my dead-tree books are in transit and will be for a while.) I plowed through an ebook re-read of Thackeray's Vanity Fair, and still didn't care much for any of the characters and found the ending drawn-out and unsatisfying. Then I had a bit more time on my hands, and read Seanan McGuire's Rosemary and Rue, about a half-faery San Francisco PI, and Sandra MacDonald's The Stars Blue Yonder, the third (and final?) book in a series with spacefarers and Australian mythology, this one with a complicated time-travel plot, both of which I enjoyed, and also a re-read of The Scarlet Pimpernel, a teenage favorite now with bonus anti-semitic stereotypes and surprisingly little actual action.