I could not get beyond 3 pages of Jordan, let alone 985694386 books in the same god damn series. I don't like fantasy. I like Tolkien. Tolkien and 2D console RPGs. All else must go'way.
Anyhow. I read Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency by Douglas Adams, it was very good. The ending was rushed, but he does that. Much much better than the last Hitchhiker's book, which I practically hated.
I finished Breakfast of Champions by Vonnegut. Definitely on the upper end of his works to me, I quite liked that one. The ending didn't get all weird all fast like usual, but it was in quite a different style for him so very enjoyable.
I also read The Eye by Nabokov recently. The stupid god damn rear cover of the fucking book ruins the ending, which of course made me punch Mexican children. Well, more than usual at least. Really good book, that dude had such a way with words that make me glad to be alive. It's like Swans but in literary form. Which brings us to quite possibly the most fluid writer in the history of the written word:
I'm currently reading Shalimar the Clown by Salman Rushdie. 40 pages in and it it is fucking amazing. I wish I had 1% of that dude's essence in a bottle on my mantle, then when I get drunk I could cry and point angrily toward it, muttering something about not being able to cope with breathing mostly nitrogren.