I've primarily been on a Gene Wolfe kick. His shit is amazing.

I read The Book of the New Sun to my daughter over a few months. She's two, so doesn't really get into the stories themselves, but I like to think I'm giving her some good vocabulary and a sense of wonder. I'm now reading The Urth of the New Sun to her, with the same hopes.

I also recently picked up Gene Wolfe's Castle of Days, which is a combination of short stories and some non-fiction essays, the latter primarily on writing. As someone who hopes to do some kind of storytelling myself one day, I'm enjoying the latter quite a bit.

In the car, I'm re-listening to the audio book of Woken Furies (the sequel to Altered Carbon) by Richard K. Morgan. I love everything he's written.

I'm debating whether I want to give The Neutronium Alchemist by Peter Hamilton another try. This is the second in a sci-fi trilogy, but shit be looong. Each of the three books is about 1,200 pages. Unfortunately a lot of it feels like filler. The overarching evil keeps doing what it does over and over, and people are trying to stop it or whatever, but it's hard to get particularly invested right now because I know that absolutely none of it will be resolved for a long time, potentially up to 2,000+ pages depending on how much gets put off until the third book. It's a really cool premise and an interesting universe, but I'm just not feeling it. I think I'm going to try The Commonwealth Saga instead, which is supposed to be really good.

Last week, I read Nameless, a six-issue comic written by Grant Morrison. It is terrifying in the best way, in that it operates on a very primal level. It's not scary because of what it makes you think, but rather in the way it causes you to do the spiritual/existential equivalent of looking over your shoulder. Next on the list: Locke and Key.