Nightstand Reading

What book is on top of your nightstand/reading table right this very moment?  How do you feel about that book? Are you ashamed or proud to be reading it?  Are you reading it to be impressive or do you really want to read it?

I am currently reading Lost in the Funhouse by John Barth.  I found this book at my workplace and started reading it during a lull in business.  It is a very old (1966) collection of short-story-metafiction pieces.  It is a confusing mixture, but loaded with gems, such as: " We don't know what drives and sustains us, only that we are most miserably driven and imperfectly sustained…Love is how we call our ignorance of what whips us…"  The book is literally falling apart in my hands and I am enchanted.