The Book of Barely Imagined Beings, by Caspar Henderson. It's like a medieval bestiary (which I've always found fascinating and hilarious) except it's about actual animals that share our planet, and not about geese that grow on trees.
Alternating between Jung, Crowley, the Tao Te Ching, statistics notes, and I'm meant to be starting a novel called The Book of Chaos. But really I don't read much, I just wish I did. So I get through a small section then want to go to sleep.
Just read Down the Mysterly River by Bill Willingham (writer of the acclaimed Fables graphic novel series). Four characters (1 human boy & 3 talking animals), each from a different world, find themselves in another world, band together, and are on the run immediately from the sinister Cutters (who use magic swords to change people into p.c. drones). Great suspense on different levels--there's the chase, which is almost nonstop, and then there's the suspense of awaited revelations (where are they? why? etc.). I’d like to see Willingham write more prose fiction.
Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar by Cheryl Strayed. It's sentimental stuff about people's lives, little essays collected from an advice column. I'm enjoying it even though advice column stuff makes me feel uncomfortable, like a voyeur. Or that could be one of the reasons I enjoy it, getting glimpses of the things people struggle with, the things they're afraid to talk about.
Heart-Shaped Box by Joe Hill. Not sure I'll finish this one. The main character's problems bore me. The setup is contrived for my liking. Disappointing. I'd heard good things about it. I like the supernatural parts, but the characters, setting, premise, and other aspects aren't engaging enough.
Black Hole by Charles Burns. So it's...uh...yeah. Stuff's happening. I don't know what to make of this one yet. I can't even tell what it's driving toward, which is unusual. I don't like these characters, either, but the mystery and general WTFness are pulling me along.