First week of the month, so of course there are a lot of bookclub starts. River of Teeth, by Sarah Gailey for this sub's club, then r/bookclub has The Tempest, by William Shakspeare as well as A Confederacy of Dunces, by John Kennedy Toole. I'm also starting The Ocean at the End of the Lane, by Neil Gaiman for my Year of Reddit.

Finishes were a bit lacking, starting with The Very Thing That Happens, but Russell Edson which is a collection of single or half page prose poems, basically. Really weird but occasionally funny. Not sure why I read it to be honest. Much more amusing was Fluke, by Christopher Moore, which I read on the tail of last month's selection of Noir for the r/books bookclub. It was a fun read.

And funnier than that, but much more besides, was Laughter in the Dark, by Vladimir Nabokov. I grabbed it (the English edition) at a library sale on the assumption that any Nabokov would be worthwhile, and was not disappointed. The writing is great, but not as polished as some of his other (later, I think) work. It is, in some ways, a less beautiful but also much, much less disturbing precursor to Lolita.

edit: Oh! I read a couple Harlan Coben books too, to see what modern thrillers are like. They were worthwhile for their self-aware pulpiness, but I think I'm set for quite a while now