The cross stitch book is my Christmas present from the Best Friend. The knitting books I indulged in myself.
I have a pair of socks in the works, but I've only been working on them during my lunch break at work. Right now I'm caught up in re-reading George R. R. Martin's Song of Ice and Fire books. I've finished the first two and I'm about 100 pages into the third while the fourth waits patiently for me to get to it.
Funny thing about the books, though. I pretty much remembered what happened in the first two books, but I seem to have wiped the memory of the third book from my mind. I really don't remember what happens in the third book. Oh, well.