Re-reading Hamlet again. 
 In addition to whatever I am reading officially (the name of the book you answer with when someone asks "What are your reading?") I generally am working through one of Shakespeare's plays. Having slogged knee deep in blood through murder, rape, human sacrifice, sons served as meat pies and all the rest of the Grand Guignol with which Titus Andronicus is freighted, I thought I would stay in the high body count section of the Swan of Avon but in a play with a bit more gravitas. Realizing that I haven't read Hamlet all the way through for a number of years I am off to the Danish court for some skullduggery, near-incest, poisoned rapiers and ghosts.