Among the addicted

I had to read Margaret Peterson Haddix's Among the Hidden for a book club. I didn't think I'd like it much (despite having enjoyed Running out of Time), but I did. In fact, I read the next five books in the series, and am waiting for the seventh to be available from the library. I don't think Haddix has a good grip on giant organizations, or how government works on a large scale - for her fictional universe to work, the place would have to be the size of Rhode Island, roughly. Any bigger, and the whole thing falls apart. But it's fun to work out all of her mistakes, so I don't mind.
I finished The Agony and the Ecstasy this afternoon, also. It was quite good - better in the first two thirds of the book than at the end, but by that time I was engrossed enough not to mind. I'm not usually interested in art ("I don't know much about art, but I know what I like"), but I'd like to see some of Michelangelo's work in person. Apparently, there's some in the British Museum, and hopefully I'll be in London next year.
A few days ago I was so tired and dispirited about work that I took a break and re-read A Coronet for Cathie for what much be the eighth or tenth time.