Here's a more kick-ass reading list. We'll see how far I get:

– Under the Dome, by Stephen King. Weighing in at over 1000 pages, the horror master is back at it with the story of a small town in Maine that gets suddenly enveloped in an invisible dome that lets air and light pass through, but not solid objects. The key here is what happens to the residents inside the dome and how they face this new and incredible reality with all the personal baggage from their previous, pre-dome lives;

– American Tabloid, by James Ellroy. Book one of his so-called 'Underworld USA' trilogy, where all that is hidden by the thin veneer of civilization is exposed under the harsh light of day, where ordinary people chase extraordinary amounts of money by doing incredibly sleazy things, Ellroy is a master of the short sentence, the choppy dialogue that rumbles with meaning and menace;

– Mrs. Dalloway, by Virginia Woolf. After watching The Hours again, I realized I hadn't explored the source text that Michael Cunningham uses as the basis of his excellent book about the tortured life of Virginia Woolf. A critical oversight in my overall reading;

– The Bourne Deception, by Eric Van Lustbader. Continuing on where Robert Ludlum left off, Lustbader has been granted the mantle of eeking out yet more stories about the amnesiac American agent gone rogue trying to stop the evil bad guys while trying to figure out who he is and what we wants to do with all the skills given him.

A short list, but it's all the time I've got and I may not get through these. I have a couple others I purchased in New York – one about the race to the South Pole, a modern-day account of a re-created mission to duplicate the Scott expedition to the South Pole and another book on the life of Darwin. We'll see if we get those.