Read some sci-fi (ob-trilogy) because who doesn't like battles in space (the people in them, probably). Entertaining enough, though the author has a strange insistence on using imperial units, and I don't mean stormtroopers, I mean yeards, feet and inches and that stuff. I have no idea now how long a yard is and I doubt anyone will in several centuries. I have a feeling I can accurately deduce the author's political views.
Re-reading Queen and Country because it was cheap on Kindle the other week, and it still makes me chortle enough to re-froth up the bath suds. The chapter about being forced to read literature as a schoolchild is still very good (and accurate).
And Kat Arney's Rebel Cell about cancer and genetics (if anyone is interested in my discursions into genetics, pick up her previous book Herding Hemingway's Cats, where she does it a lot better without resorting to making Usain Bolt run through treacle, though I bet she would if she could).