I am reading "To Kill a Mockingbird".
I bought it - and I remember distinctly - for 50p at Nottingham Oxfam as something to read on the train to Newcastle, but I got speaking to a girl on the train, and never got around to reading it. The book is wonderful, Atticus Finch is the father we all dream of having as children, and I have about 20 books bought in similar circumstances. One at a time.
Oh, I am also reading Moods of Future Joys by Alastair Humphreys, the first half of which I read in a chippy in Inverness. I enjoyed it so much, I'm saving the rest for an equally outré location.