I read quite a bit:
Lords and Ladies, Men at Arms, and Hogfather, all by Pratchett and all very wonderful.
Trading in Danger by Elizabeth Moon, which I almost put down in the first ten pages. It got better, but the ship model really bothered me.
Swordspoint by Ellen Kushner. Devoured it. Don't know if hubby will like it, though. Not sure if he will read books with characters that bend that way.
I think I read something else, too, but it obviously wasn't that memorable and I don't feel like going upstairs to look.
Wrote tons of coposts for AFW and DT. Wasn't moved to write original stuff. Wasn't moved to do much at all, really.
Dropped a few posts over at HPANA. I am trying to remember if there was any point in time when I was so fixated on a single author...but I don't think I ever was. I loved Middle Earth, Darkover, Pern, and anywhere Heinlein would take me. I got lost in the Mists of Avalon, and then was enchanted by Mary Stewart's Merlin set - and her romances. Thomas Covenant showed me how to root for an unlikeable hero. I read about a Highland Regiment, and was swept away by handsome heroes written by Rosemary Rogers, Rosalind Laker, and Kathleen Woodiwiss. John Jakes took me through early America, and Louis L'amour and Zane Grey took me west. I think that if J K Rowling had written Harry Potter when I was younger, I'd have grouped her with my favorites, but not made her THE favorite.