After an afternoon spent stimulating the economy, Wuthering Heights is mine. I am just through the Forward, though, having read it by the light of my iPod on the way back from SLO.
I also picked up the latest Suzanne Brockman in paperback, and The Gift of Fear by Gavin de Becker. Everyone, especially women, on my flist should read this book. It is invaluable in reassuring us that we need to trust our instincts more and not be so worried about societal politeness. It could save our lives. I'm not even a little bit ironic about that last sentence. I work in an area that deals with violence in California, and yesterday I wanted to rant and rant about how many men out there feel murder is a viable alternative to divorce or breaking up with their wives or girlfriends. It's almost ridiculous how many things I have to read that include details like "found his wife in the trunk of his car" and "went to her workplace and shot her twice in the chest and once in the face". So I think this book will be incredibly helpful in validating those instincts that we shush because "he seems harmless."
Three books! I haven't had three books that I wanted to read in my possession at the same time since before my son was born. Holy crap. I'll be up all night reading. *bounces*