The only thing I read in full was a re-read of Jilly Cooper’s Players. I first read the book years ago, and found a used copy a couple of years ago at a library sale. It’s one of those books that has not aged well IMO. It’s very much a product of its time (late 80s/early 90s), with a very specific setting and characters (English monied set and wannabes). It felt extremely dated in the way that episodes of Dallas, Dynasty, and the like (80s soap operas about wealthy people) would be. One of the romance storylines was actually kind of squick-inducing. Eh, into the bin as part of The Great Book Purge of 2013.
Also in November, I read more of Garry Disher’s Whispering Death, which I liked. But I didn’t finish it until yesterday, so it goes into December’s book count.