Fiction I have read recently (ie in the last month)
Roadside Picnic by the Strugatsky Brothers,
Metro 2033 by Dmitry Glukhovsky,
Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? by Philip K. Dick,
The Secret Agent by Joseph Conrad,
I Am Legend by Richard Matheson,
and currently reading We by Yegeny Zamyatin.
Fiction recieved for Christmas: Inheritance.
So that can go somewhere in the huge pile of books I'm reading through.
Not always a good thing. Case in point: M. Night Shyamalan