Right, I finished I, Lucifer, which started out brilliantly but declined rather steadily from about the halfway mark until it almost perked up during the very rushed ending. Worth a read, if you're okay with insane amounts of expletives (often blasphemous) and sex or sex-related things, because other than it's ability to gross me out at times, it's hilarious, very well written, and has some absolutely fantastic passages.
Currently reading: No Way To Say Goodbye (a.k.a. Apart From The Crowd, in Ireland) by Anna McPartlin, and I'm enjoying it a lot. Her books always crack me up, tug the ole heart strings and are easy to read.
Also joining in with a re-read of Wuthering Heights, which is a nice distraction from all the new stories I'm forcing into my cranium lately.
Next up: Probably Vlad by C. C. Humphreys.