I recently finished two books. Terry Goodkind's Phantom, which definitely fell within the 'guilty pleasure' category as far as I'm concerned. I plowed through it within two days. The second was Judith Tarr's Ars Magica, which was a pleasure to read, period. (Thank God for the public library system!)
I was looking for another book to read, and thanks to this thread, I think I'll be going for Zelazny's A Night in the Lonesome October. And Martin's A Feast for Crows, which for some reason I'd forgotten about.