Are you reading for winter? Short days are all the better for reading while wrapped in a quilt, and I love fires and big pots of soup. But this year, by mid-February, I’d had enough. Please, I thought, no more walking on sodden ground. No more bicycle commutes that end with me slopping my wet clothes into the bathtub and shivering until the furnace kicks in. No more gray sky, gray earth and gray attitude.