Henry Williamson's 15-novel behemoth still hasn't gotten to the fascist part halfway in? Somehow that seems particularly unfair: he ought to have gotten around to it earlier so his readers would know what they were getting into even if they don't have Anthony Burgess to warn them.

I hope your TBR stack seems less daunting tomorrow! Sometimes I think planning too much reading in advance can make it feel like a chore, even if they're all technically books that one does want to read. It might be good, but what if I don't feel like reading it just this minute, hmm?