Reading material

So that I will remember, and so that you can all see how much reading I've been doing, these are the books that I've read since being in Las Vegas with the kids back in May:

Bonfire of the Vanities - Tom Wolfe. Brilliant, but made me feel guilty about being on Sherman McCoy's side throughout.
Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck. Short, edifying.
Man and Boy - Tony Parsons. Triste.
The Boys from Brazil - can't remember the author, given to me for free by another traveller as it was in such a state no one would take it in exchange. Jewish.
The Other Hand - Chris Cleave. Read it! So good.
Sex and the City - Candace Bushnell. Pickings were thin in Bocas del Toro.
Still Alice - Lisa Genova. An American book about Alzheimers. Muy depressing, read it in 4 hours.
A chicklit bit of rubbish whose title I can't even remember now
44 Scotland Street - Alexander McCall Smith. Comforting, too easy to read.
Cityboy - Geraint Anderson, of Londonpaper column fame. Depressing on far too many levels.
The Mosquito Coast - Paul Theroux. Read if you skipped Honduras and are looking for reasurance on your decision.
Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh. Finished this morning, love love loved it. Lots of interesting things to say about Catholicism.
A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius - Dave Eggers. 2 pages in.