Raymond Feist's Magician has taken over my life. I've pretty much halted progress in every other book just to read that one. I know it's a very boys-club old-school fantasy, but it's comfy and cozy and I don't even mind the derivations of Tolkien that I'm finding.
Otherwise, I'm supposedly (I guess???) still reading Les Mis and Great Expectations, but haven't made much progress. I submit my wrist for slapping.
Also begun, halted, but not forgotten:
Monument 14: Savage Drift by Emmy Laybourne. Yes, this is one of my favorite series and I never finished the last book. Oy. I love how accessible the writing is in Emmy's books--I can hand this to a reluctant reader or a die-hard post-apocalyptic book fiend with equal ease.