Picking which books to take on vacation seems to get more difficult every year. I've been moving stacks around for days, and still haven't managed to find the right mix.
And I found a new (to me) collection of Arthur Conan Doyle stories (of the non-Holmes variety) this morning at Harvard Bookstore. Thankfully I'll probably be finished with those before Sunday anyway, so I won't have to add them to the piles.