. . . is that I read very fast in Russian. Like 100 pages per hour fast. And that's if I try on purpose to go slower. I just bought this two-volume novel, which I was hoping to make last for at least three days, but no such luck. I'm almost done already. I miss reading in Russian but finding anything good to read is next to impossible. Russian literature died a slow and painful death a while ago, and I read all the classics already. Even if you do find a book you'd want to read in that language, you have to wait for it to cross the ocean and appear in North America. And then, of course, it costs a lot more than most North American books. (The Kindle does not support the cyrillic alphabet yet, unfortunately.) So it's really annoying that when I finally get a book I want to read and then gulp it down in a few hours.