Well, I'm onto the last book in the Death Works trilogy by Trent Jamieson, but I've just started it. So far, so good. Just light, action-packed reads for me, nothing too heavy, although I love, love, loved, his depiction of the Underworld. My imagination is apparently so limited as to think that without God/gods there can be no Underworld, but his seems strangely atheistic in a way. Like it's just something past this life and nothing tied to judgment at all. Anywho, that was just what I took from it.
Picked up A Scanner Darkly by Philip K. Dick on Saturday afternoon and was done with it by Sunday. Very good book and one I'd been wanting to read for awhile. Oddly enough, I've taken a peek into Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? and it sounded absolutely ridiculous. No interest in reading it at all, unless someone here thinks I'd like it since I loved A Scanner Darkly.
Oh, and I sorta/kinda finished Sophie Kinsella's Can You Keep A Secret? In other words, I skimmed through the last bits because the book was honestly bringing me down. What kind of screwed-up person gets depressed by a fluffy romance like this one? Oh, me. It's one of the reasons I don't like reading romance-heavy stuff (unless the romance itself is highly dysfunctional and not sugar-coated in the least) - it sells you a dream that can never come true. So yeah, I prefer to read something a little more depressing - honest about life, in other words - as much of life is spent seeking happiness, and if you're seeking it, there's a reason: a la, you aren't happy now.