I've recently read Coraline (Gaiman), The Time Machine (HG Wells) and Ernest Hemingway's 'On Paris', which is a collection of newspaper articles he wrote when he lived there in the 20s. Enjoyed them all.
Read the opening few pages of Hermann Hesse's Steppenwolf a few days ago but haven't got back to it yet. It had a pretty heavy beginning, it was like "oh, the monotony of life, each day like the last...what's the point? Maybe I should do the same as that other guy and end it all with an accidental slip of the razor". Wasn't in the right mood for that.