So I've been reading, quel suprise. I finished jaylake's Trial of Flowers, which I mentioned earlier I had happily discovered in the New Books shelves of the library. It took me a little while to get into it, most likely because initially I didn't find any of the characters terribly sympathetic, and I always have trouble with that. But after the initial introductions I was drawn in fairly rapidly, and didn't want to put it down. Interesting culture, definitely, and not the ending I anticipated, although I had at least figured out the direction it was coming from, so I don't feel too bad. Recommended. (ETA: eaten by a grue, indeed.)
Then I flew through Mary Stewart's The Crystal Cave, which I also grabbed at the library, on a different expedition. Her Merlin series is one I've been meaning to read forever, and I didn't realize exactly how long it had been until I looked at the original copyright date of 1970. *ahem* So not exactly since it came out, but probably for at least 30 years or so, since while I was reading in 1970, I didn't pick up the SF/Fantasy habit until 1974 or so, around 8 years old. I enjoyed it more than I expected to, which isn't the damning with faint praise it sounds like. My main impression of the books was formed by some earlier edition with a much more romance-like set of covers, leading me to believe they were, well, bodice-ripping-type romance novels taking place in an Arthurian setting. (Give me a break, I was young and impressionable.) I was quite happy to find that not to be the case. I noticed the library has at least the next two, so I'll probably grab them in the not too distant future.
I'm still reading the book about infinity, but somehow that seems apropos.