My reading has been crippled lately by tv, illness and not being at home. It's terrible! I should have finished Something Wicked This Way Comes some time last week, and I still have another 60 pages to go, which, due to the interval of several days between reading sessions, I've completely lost the run of. It's a book you get swept away in, and, to extend that metaphor, I found a lifeboat, rowed home and am now metaphorically sitting on the shore and looking at the plot going crazy way off the distance.
Still haven't finished Jonathan Strange, but at least that's easy to pick up and get back into.