I finished Sarah Waters's Fingersmith, and since then I've been descending on books Godzilla-style, but moving slowly and destructively on without finishing (eating) them. The ones I want to stick with are Song of the Lark, by Willa Cather, and Necessary Lies, by Kerry Neville Bakken. I've stopped first for an impromptu re-read of Lolita. The first time I read it, I sped through too quickly, and couldn't remember anything about it I liked. But I recently moved and unearthed from one of the book boxes my old neon-Post-It-tagged copy from college. So gross. So good.