Sorry for the blog silence. True to my bookworm credentials, I spent the last seven hours (4 last night; 3 this morning) devouring a nine hundred page novel, The Bronze Horseman. I'll recommend it, although with the strong caveat that it's a girl book. It's about the Siege of Leningrad, but told, not from a military perspective, but through a love story. (By the way, if you check out the Amazon site that's included in my link, you'll see that the reviewer says it's not only good, but also overlong and overwrought — which is true.) I am now, of course, wracked with guilt for having wasted time so shamefully, and will work with vigor at paying stuff for the next several hours.