Catching up on some regular fiction:
1. Paul West, The Women of Whitechapel and Jack the Ripper: I had to read it just to see what his theory was. The prose didn't really hold me.
2. Jodi Picoult, Plain Truth. I'd have to say that this was a pretty good book and this was my first Picoult which makes me want to try another.
3. Michael Cunningham, At Home at the End of the World. Wonderful writing but the lack of differences among the voices sometimes confused me. I guess I could psychoanalyze this and say that it is a multiple selves version of one character but I enjoyed the book.