I haven't actively read Les Misérables in ... a while, but I have actively thought about it. That has to count for something.
Ever the Hunted by Erin Summerill: This is ... okay. It has a gorgeous cover, though. I really wanted to love this, and I still have that chance, but things are going to have to hustle through a major turnaround.
And The Trees Crept In by Dawn Kurtagich: This is what I was hoping The Mark of Cain would be. Ultra-classic old-British-house-of-death horror. Yum.
Still Life with Tornado by A.S. King: I am savoring this.