Lately, the entire Rebus canon by Ian Rankin; by chance, I started at the beginning and just cannot stop. I love detective novels; they always have the same plot, which gives a good author time and space to do complex variations on the whole Problem of Evil thing.

Looking at the posts in this thread, I am surprised that anyone can claim (as people keep doing) that, as a form of entertainment, The Book is dying or dead. Of course, the paperback novel is the only amusement that is totally portable, to bed, bath and loo; workstation, bus station and police station; hospital bed, barrack bed and flower bed (while weeding).

Mudcatters have listed authors I read thirty years ago and have hardly thought of since (Kenneth Roberts), and described the same kind of continuing campaigns to conquer impossible authors (J.F. Cooper, Laurence Sterne) that I have been engaged in all my adult life. Some day, I *will* finish Anna Karenina! I swear! Really!