Bought, started, and finished in Rome: The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency by Alexander McCall Smith
Utterly delightful and addictive. I read it in about two days over 5 or 6 hours. Will probably get the next book(s) in the series as soon as I see them in an English bookstore.
Re-started on the train to Lecce, finished in Lecce: The Rachel Papers by Martin Amis
I always forget how much of an utter bastard Amis can be, or rather, his characters. In this case, though, the hyper-intellectual, self-loathing, pater-hating Charles Highway is a fairly transparent alter ego. No wonder Kingsley was pissed at him for writing this. Still, exquisitely odious prose (like a posher version of Irvine Welsh). Adolescence really is a disgusting period of life.
Bought today, started, but will probably put down for the time being: The Black Book by Orhan Pamuk
Currently reading: Breakfast of Champions by Kurt Vonnegut
My first Vonnegut, and he's much more accessible than I thought he'd be. Also, more sincere and much funnier.