Just returned from the library with a haul so delightful that I actually have to put it down in words:

Nick Hornby's The Complete Polysyllabic Spree (which I started over lunch)
The Looming Tower, Lawrence Wright's reputedly impressive account of Al Qaeda
A Fortunate Life by A.B. Facey, for my Down Under challenge
Three for the NYT Notable Book Challenge, all of which I recalled from some other poor soul, leaving me with the desperate feeling that I need to read them immediately before they are recalled from me in my turn.

The Road by Cormac McCarthy

Digging to America by Anne Tyler

All Aunt Hagar's Children by Edward P. Jones

And a bevy of books I learned about from reading other book bloggers' enthusiastic reviews

Three Cups of Tea by Greg Mortenson and David Oliver Relin, about a man who raises money to build schools in Afghanistan.
The satirical England, Their England by A.G. MacDonell
Jenny and the Jaws of Life, a collection of short stories by Jincy Willett
Tryst by Elswyth Thane (only on loan for a single month, piling on the urgency)

When I arrived home, after a long trudge through snow and wind, what should be waiting for me but more delights from the mail: James's The Ambassadors (ok, perhaps to call this one a delight might be a trifle premature) and Linda Newbery's Set in Stone, which won the Costa (formerly Whitbread) Children's Book Award this year.

I see, however, that my "Currently Reading" list is getting, well, somewhat long, so perhaps I should concentrate on finishing up some stuff before I jump into this new pile feet first.