Finished Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy today. I've attempted a few other times, but never got all the way through. I always feel like I've walked 10 miles against a river current by the time I'm done with McCarthy's books. I wonder if they'll be reading his works 2,000 years from now in a World Lit class, wondering what the hell he's talking about, the way I felt when I read Ovid or Virgil.
Anyway, if you want to read some weird, bloody, borderline disgusting stuff, check out that book.
Otherwise, find a nice mystery novel, which is what I plan to do next.