Savage Inequalities by Jonathan Kozol, because I was an obnoxious, sheltered white suburbanite who had no idea how good I had it, then I read Kozol's book and realized I was a jackass.

The books I have re-read the most are definitely the Tolkien books.

Any really good book on how to survive on a desert island.

Any book in which they kill the dog. I think it's a nasty trick authors use to yank the old emotional chain. Tell a story about a dog and then kill it.

Most recently, Confederacy of Dunces.

Give Up: or how I learned to stop worrying and love the Bush administration

Sophie's Choice. Not because it wasn't a great book, and beautifully written but because William Styron decided to write the world's biggest mind-fuck of all time (Sophie's actual choice) and every time I think about it I get depressed. (Dammit)

I'm reading Everyman by Philip Roth, Two Years Before the Mast by Dana, a book called Saturday by Ian McEwan which I've misplaced somewhere, and I'm listening to Brothers Karamazov and Anna Karenina. Oh, and Cecil's Textbook of Medicine, slowly.

Areas of my Expertise by John Hodgman. I'm thinking now that they have an audiobook of him reading it, that I might just download it.