No! Do all the things!
Also, ha ha, read War and Peace over Christmas? War and Peace laughs at your pompous pet idea that you can read all 1350+ pages of its glorious wealth in two weeks!! It spits in your pretty little moonbeam face! Idiot!
The impetus to read said wrist-breaking tome is about more than my to-do list, though. I recently came to the conclusion, while plotting out my race training schedule, and sweating over how I was going to fit in Spanish lessons, and also that fun thing called my full-time job, and other lesser things like my social life, and eating, and breathing in oxygen, and exhaling carbon dioxide, when I realized that, once again, I have put myself in jail. And that I like it.
Self-imposed jail is so nice. You lock yourself into this little tight space, and you rail your little fists at its punishingly close walls for a few weeks, and you're so busy railing, and swearing, and toiling, that you don't realize that filling 24 hours of a day is sometimes very boring. You're in jail and it's all jail, all the time, and soon you're singing a merry tune "Jail! Jail!" and nothing else matters.
Anyway, I didn't really think about how much war would be in War and Peace. The battlefield scenes are a bit annoying, but also, so many duels! And balls! And courting of underage virgins! I really like this book, and I'll write a real post about it when I'm done. It really doesn't deserve this sort of treatment.
** That fat hardcover edition you see above? I do not own it. It's on my bucket list for you to buy it for me. You know what to do. My birthday is in about eleven months.