I'm reading Outlander. I may be the last person in America to read this, and it feels like a guilty pleasure because it is long and sweeping and reminds me very much of The Time-Traveler's Wife.

I saw the series mentioned yesterday while reading Mason-Dixon Knitting Outside the Lines. Then, my hairdresser, who is on a veritable reading rampage - housework is not getting done and she rejoiced when her daughter took a 4-hour nap one afternoon because it gave her more time to read - mentioned the series today.

I stoppped at the library on the way home and huzzah, the book was there. Now I just need to figure out how to read and knit at the same time, and I'll be able to get through the winter.