With night falling towards 5pm, I’m planning my winter’s big reads more than I’m reading, though I’ve found time of late to really, really enjoy Paul La Farge’s Luminous Airplanes.  Last winter, Anna Karenina was all encompassing, and I hope to work through more than just one this time around. Murakami’s 1Q84 is the frontrunner, but I’ve laid out all the contenders on my office floor.