I finished reading Darkly Dreaming Dexter yesterday. When I came home I found that someone had sent me a copy of Armistead Maupin's The Night Listener as an early Christmas present, so I started reading it.

So far it feels like Dear Mr. Henshaw for dirty old gays, but I'm guessing it picks up later.

EDIT: As always, I'm also reading an assload of comic books whenever I have a few minutes. :D