Been getting a lot of audiobooks for my commute to and from campus these days. My latest two were The Girl who Loved Tom Gordon, a bit of Stephen King stupidity (the man's fantastic when he's on his game, but in this book he was very much off his game, and boyoboy does he suh-huck when he's off his game!) and something called Unnatural Exposure, by Patricia O'Connor or someone.
The latter was pretty unsatisfying: there was some cool story in there, but it was hampered by a very irritating protagonist (she actually got "Snotty Yuppie" tattooed on her forehead, in aromatherapy cappucino dye) and a supremely irritating voice reader.
My two latest books on CD are Pagan Babies, by Elmore Leonard (the last one I got by him was read by this marvelous Chicago guy with about a bajillion tons of attitude in each line), and Brave New World, which I've not read in about fifteen years.
In addition, I've just finished Meanwhile, Back at the Ranch, by Kinky Friedman. Eh. It passed the time well enough, and I only winced at his too-hip-to-be-Borscht humor a couple of times. If you like Mel Brooks, you'll probably like this schlemiel.
And I read God Save the Mark today, a Donald Westlake humorous novel about the world's biggest sucker. It's pretty dang funny; I recommend it, especially if you're a fan of his great Dortmunder books.
Next up? The Liar, by Stephen Frye.
Daniel