The Book of Dust, volume two. It's actually a bit of a let down. The end of The Amber Spyglass hinted at something great that I can't quite put my finger on. I liked the original trilogy so much and I would have been happier if it had been left as a completed story.
At the time being, much of my reading has been confined to either John Romer's first History of Ancient Egypt book (they're a bit dense so reading back through them is a... frustratingly recurring incident), or digging through my NatGeo subscription from the last few years.
The Museum of Dr. Moses, Joyce Carol Oates, short stories.
Another collections more in the horror genre, and quite good: she has a real knack at melding her literary talents with the macabre. I'm particularly impressed by the story Feral; worth the read for that one story. Also, how does she mange to write as much as she does? It can be a bit even, and yet, she has so many stories that hit the ark, it's almost baffling.
But Feral shows her at her best: exploring the dark side of suburbia; do you know where your children are?
I'm not much for a reader, but I have delved myself into the world of Eragon, reading currently the last book in the series. After reading basically the first book, I don't think I will ever go back watching the horrid version of a movie.
Perhaps if someone else would take up the stick and actually make a series then maybe I would check it out, but so far, really enjoying the series as in book related that is.
Homo Deus: A Brief History of Tomorrow by Yuval Noah Harari, which I have been meaning to read for a couple of years and seems ironic in this time of mortality. I'll probably finish my reading bucket list before quarantine is up.