My partners are reading Truckers, and I read that as a child and listened to it read by Tony Robinson on tape. Remember little about it except a generally oppressive atmosphere.
They're talking me through what they're reading and they're like bolts of memory lightning. It's fabulous.
I'm also continuing my 'one on, one off' Discworld trawl. I'm currently reading Equal Rites.
I thought both Mort and Soul Music took a while to get moving, plot-wise, and a while for me to get into. But Discworld is such a rich world and Pratchett's prose so distinct that now I just feel like I'm picking up the same one book again and reading a bit more of it.
Discworld isn't that nice a place to be. But Pratchett's writing is. It's like therapy. The other day I was edging on a meltdown before work and I read a few pages of Equal Rites and felt all the tension leave my body.
I have some 30-odd more to read before I run out, but it will be a very sad day when I do.