Every year, around mid-December, I think to myself, "hey, you know what would really put me in the Christmas spirit? Reading the first two chapters of Little Women."
So, I read the first two chapters. Then I think, "well, I've read this far, I might as well finish the book."
Then I finish the book and say to myself, "I've come this far, I'd better read Little Men."
And, I'm sure you can see where I'm going with this, I wind up reading Jo's Boys, too.
So you see, the last week or two leading up to Christmas is almost always spent reading the entire Little Women series, even though my intent was simply to read two chapters. I guess that's just how it goes, huh?