I have just finished a collection of Bertrand Russell's journalism. Sounds dry, but it really isn't. He had a column in an American newspaper in the 1930s, and was allowed to contribute articles on anything he liked. They're wonderful. He writes about all sorts of things, from the joys of laziness to why free love makes us miserable. Wise, funny, and written in crystal clear prose.
Currently have two books on the go: I'm re-reading Stephen Fry's autobiography, Moab is My Washpot. I have a feeling this is what he'll be remembered for. It will definitely go down as a classic. I'm also reading Austen's Emma for the first time. There are so many classics I've never read, and I'm trying to put that right this year. I've also got Wuthering Heights, Jane Eyre, Middlemarch, Bleak House and Vanity Fair lined up (though whether I actually read them or not is a different matter).
I've got a few audiobooks on the go. Listening to Stephen Fry read P. G. Wodehouse is pure bliss. I also love his readings of Sherlock Holmes. And I'm re-listeing to Evelyn Waugh's Sword of Honour books (just made for audio).
Next up is the final volume of Douglas Adams' Hitchhiker's Guide. I sort of 'discovered' Adams this year, and wonder what took me so long. He's fantastic – the British Kurt Vonnegut. You can also see the influence of Wodehouse in Adams' beautifully crafted sentences. I also want to re-read Robert Graves' I Claudius, mainly because I've just bought the brilliant 1970s BBC adaptation and plan to re-watch it.