I'm sure I've expressed this before, but The Plot Against America is wonderful book nearly ruined by that ridiculous deux ex machina that unfolds in the the last 30-something pages.
This week, I'm going to start that War and Peace I recently acquired. It's my goal to have it finished by the end of the year. I think I can I think I can I think I can. When I do, it'll officially be the longest book I've ever read. (This edition, minus all the supplemental material, is 1215 pages long. It'll beat out my previous record holder, the 1085 page Against the Day. [However, if the 90+ pages of endnotes at the end of Infinite Jest were converted to 10- or 12-point font, it'd likely surpass the Pynchon novel in terms of length.])