Right now I'm trying to decide whether or not to push forward reading Dan Simmon's The Terror, or The Road to Damascus and Against the Tide by John Ringo (the former with Linda Evans). I don't know why I bother with Ringo, I think he writes like crap but my roommate collects them skulls on cultists and they're long enough that they while away the hours with me ending up wanting to stab the sanctimonious hack in eyes.
I've been feeling ill, so I've been reading a lot. This month I've already knocked out Emerald Sea and Cally's War (both Ringo books, and hence free), David Weber's Wind Rider's Oath, and The Sky People by S.M. Stirling.
Of all of them, the Simmons book will no doubt be the best written but hardest to get through and my only fault with The Sky People is that it felt like it should have been twice as long. I'm probably going to go get the new Atevi book by C.J. Cherryh here soon, and enjoy it more than all the rest put together.
Or maybe I'm just grouchy because I'm sick, or I'm always grouchy but hide it better?
Meh.
Edit: Almost forgot, last night I also breezed through Harry Turtledoves' In High Places, one of his Tor Crosstime Traffic books.