After 7½ books in a row I've left Maigret sitting over his fine à l'eau in a bar in Fécamp while he waits for the murderer to crack and spill the haricots. For a break I'm catching up on classic SF from my pre-spotty youf, in the shape of Heinlein's Starship Troopers, which I didn't care to be seen reading when it came out because of the lurid cover and potential parental disparagement. My dad used to grow disaparagus under a bucket in the garden, alongside the rhubarb, and he always had lots to spare. Served it up with vinegar, too. Anyway, I read yest that the book was several autobahns better than the film, which I once tried to watch without a sick-bag, so I've downloaded a free sample and I'll see.
BTW, Google Books has two editions available, one of the 2€ dearer than the other. Funny thing: the pricier one downloads in a flash, whereas the el cheapo just hangs.