Currently I am reading Ivanhoe, and it is bloody excellent.
Honestly, I wasn't really expecting it to be so good, especially considering it's by the author of Rob Roy which I remember just about boring me to tears when I tried to read it years ago, and I was in fact putting off starting Ivanhoe due to my low expectations.
How foolish of me! This is probably going to claim a place amongst my very favourite books ere the story's finished. Sumptuous descriptions of medieval life and scenery, a decided lack of the usual pussyfooted-ness I would usually (no doubt incorrectly) expect from a classic from its period, some of the snappiest, most sharp-witted dialogue I've encountered in a book from any era, and to top it off I feel like I'm learning a lot more about English history than I ever really knew before.
I've been doing more reading lately than I had been for a long time, 'tis good.
Also it's getting quite exciting indeed. Thrills the blood, it does.
In addition to that, the only novel I'm currently reading (trying to stick to one at a time, despite my enticing backlog of unread books), I've been reading a lot of poetry here and there. A collection of Keats I got from the library, the works of some fellow called Longfellow that I found at a "flea" market last weekend, those of some other guy named Francis Thompson that I've had for a while (and yet barely scratched the surface of for some reason, I shall have to remedy that), some prose translations of Rimbaud and this old, aesthetically lovely little book of "Comic and Curious Verse", selected by J.M. Cohen and printed in 1952. A lot of the verse within is very old, filled with archaic words and terms and difficult to understand, but there are definitely some poets in there whom I should like to read more from.