I like to have a few on the go at the same time (missus), much like games, or the music I'm listening to, and stuff.
Stasiland by Anna Funder, is the top of my 're-read' pile currently, and deservedly so. It's terrifying and brilliant, all the more for being true. In Brown's increasingly Orwellian Britain, the need to have read this has never been greater.
When You Are Engulfed in Flames by David Sedaris. Collection of dry, quietly ludicrous & waspish anecdotes, supposedly biographical, from the 40-something Gay New Yorker. Really, that is necessary info. It's good, but if what I've said so far doesn't interest you, you won't like it at all. It's good. Not great.
Cryptonomicon by Neal Stephenson. So good that I've had to stop hardly any way in, because I want to save it for when I am next on holiday, so I can just sit by the sea all day and read it. Absolutely staggeringly awesome, the first thirty or so pages are. Extremely teensily tiny
This isn't why, but it deserves comment - Alan Turing is a character. Persecuted and driven to his death for his homosexuality, he is of course an immensely important figure of the 20th century, and not just within computing I would argue. He is in this as a very smart fella who keeps running off to the bushes with his boyfriend, for sex - not luridly, but so 'Yeah, what about it?' that it really makes me smile. There's no judgement. It's just... sweet. Hard to explain.
A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole. It's about a fat, self-important Momma's boy who thinks he can see how the world should work, and all the faults of the world, and that everyone is an idiot. It's fucking hilarious, though I recommend reading that Wikipedia entry for an overview of it, first. But it's probably the funniest book I've read since...
Catch 22 by Joseph Heller, which is the next on my 'to re-read' pile, quite possibly my favourite book ever, and almost certainly the funniest book I've ever read (the second being the first Hitchhiker's Guide book). I love it completely. Just be aware that it becomes intensely depressing mid-way. Stick with it. Other than perhaps American Psycho, there's no other book I've read where actually
reading the whole book to the end is so urgently important.