Finished up Hornby's Juliet, Naked. It was pretty good. A super quick, super easy read. I kind of lost interest in the characters toward the end though. Probably not good in such a character driven novel. Ah well.
Then I picked up something a bit more dense -- Mieville's The Scar, which was excellent! I now am eager to read Perdido Street Station, but since I didn't have a copy on hand, I started reading Vonnegut's Cat's Cradle instead (which I've read a number of times, so I know what I'm getting here -- wonderful, wacky stuff full of thinking points.) Anyway, I think that makes 34 books so far this year -- which isn't all that much for me, but I've read some long ones (thank you, George R.R. Martin). I'm already looking forward to some books that are on my 2012 reading list, but since I need to run, more on that later.