I am always reading a half a dozen books at once, usually self-help, psychology, alternative healing type-stuff. However, I just finished "Brooklyn" by Colm Toibin. I thought it was chic-lit, set in the 1950s, didn't even realize at first that it was written by a man. It was so good (not chic-lit at all; has a man ever written a chic-lit book anyway?)!
Today I am going to look for "Persuasion" at the library, due to a recent thread on Jane Austen.