New Year, new sketchbook, new determination to read more. Sorted through my bookshelves yesterday and found 14 (!) I'd not even opened, including a Kazuo Ishiguro, bought in 2005 and stuck behind a dictionary since then. January is such a depressing month - cold to the bone every day, no money or time for a holiday and the misery of at least three months until the weather gets better. Perhaps this year I can treat my 'January Blues' with daily doses of great literature. Mmm... as long as reading the works of proper, clever writers doesn't make me feel even worse!