Who likes statistics?

I finished one last book for 2012 yesterday: The Perilous Life of Jade Yeo by Zen Cho.  It's a novella, which made it easy to inhale in a day, but I wouldn't have bothered if it hadn't been terribly funny and engaging.  It's the tale of a Malayan-Chinese woman making her way as a writer in 1920 London.  That's the bit that sold me; I was less keen on the genre being romance, which I generally find boring.  But, you know, novella, it's over quickly.  And it was incredibly well-written, contained one of my bulletproof kinks (which is, alas, spoilery), and the heroine is witty and clever and generally delightful.

Now, because I have nothing better to do -- it's not like I should go and rustle up breakfast or anything -- I've opened Excel and am playing with stats.

( Warning: contains graphs. )