My reading completionist tendencies were dented at an early age by a teacher telling me just how many books were published each year, so I cling firmly to my re-reads!

(and thanks so much for your thoughts! It's going - well, faster and slower than expected. The drugs weren't too stressful and I responded quickly, but then there was the whole fertility maths decline - seven follicles, five eggs, four mature and only one fertilized. It grew fine, was put back and in three days I have a blood test (this is definitely the slow bit!) but arrgh. I am working through a series of unlikely anxiety dreams, and then I wake up and realize that I don't have to apologize to a friend for underwear stealing, but I do get to stress over whether I'm pregnant or not for another day)