Recently I read:
In Open Spaces by Russell Rowland, which is a novel about a Montana ranch family during the Depression. It is a really excellent book- just a fine novel.
Emma by Jane Austen- of course I loved it. There was never a question of me not loving it, it was just a matter of me getting it read. I am excessively fond of Mr. Knightley.
'The Man Who Would Be King' by Rudyard Kipling; I've been wanting to read the short story ever since I watched and loved the movie. Of course the story was excellent.
I also finally finished The Green Knight by Iris Murdoch. It was really bizarre. I understand she wrote it towards the end of her life, when she was starting to go off the deep end, and that certainly explains a few things.
Right now I'm reading Sense and Sensibility and enjoying it a great deal, and I'm planning to re-read Little Women in hopes that I can find a copy of Katharine Weber's just-released The Little Women, which modernizes the story and is, so I hear, excellent.