What I'm re-reading right now is Philip Pullman's The Golden Compass. I wanted to read the second one but had forgotten the first book already.

What I'm also reading, in preparation for teaching ENC1102, is Memering & Palmer's Discovering Arguments. It looks like a fairly solid textbook so far.

I'm also in the middle of a book of Bradbury short stories, "A Medicine for Melancholy," and finished, and very much enjoyed, Paula Vogel's terrific, rather disturbing (but funny) play, "How I learned to Drive," as well as Jane Martin's fantastic "Jack and Jill".

Tom Carson's Gilligan's Wake is worth it for the mix of high and low references, and for the buckets of wit, but it does seem to collapse under its own information overload -- that much, however, seems intentional, and goes w/ the wit of the book. And there's this Nabokovilian bit:

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. So yes: Joyce and Nabokov name-dropped in one sentence.