Just finished Marilynne Robinson's Home, a mostly worthy sequel to Gilead, one of the most serenly beautiful books of recent years.
I may put off The Brothers Karamazov for the umpteenth time to catch up on some classic crime fiction, of which I've read unaccountably little beyond Chandler. Recommendations welcome. I watched THE FRIENDS OF EDDIE COYLE last week and the dialogue was so sharp it made we want to check out the book, which doesn't often happen for me after watching a film adaptation first.