I finally finished Fieldings' Tom Jones yesterday after being held back by domesticity, biographies of Paul Keating and Bruce Chatwin and not wanting to rush the 800 odd pages of outrageous fun. I'd written inside the cover that i'd last read it in November 1988 and thankfully i'd forgotten in just 16 years how it ended so joy was all around yesterday. In Squire Western i found a soulmate, a shouting drunken arse of a man that i intend to model the rest of my life on, wife permitting. For anyone who has never read this or hasn't read it in a long time i heartily recommend it.
Following a recommendation below i picked up The Cave by Jose Saramago. 60 pages in and i'm enjoying it immensely.
Regards
Paul