I just finished J.K. Rowling's "The Cuckoo's Calling" over a week ago and am struggling to find a new great read. By the way, that book was amazing! I had pretty low expectations after "A Casual Vacancy" was so desperately disappointing, but I shouldn't have. This book was wonderful. Same word-poetry that has always made me enchanted with Rowling since I was 11 and diving into my first Harry Potter book. The sad thing about reading a great book though is the hangover you feel once you've finished and have nothing else on-que to read. I'm (still) half-way through "An Object of Beauty" by Steve Martin---an all time favorite author---but that chick is so vain and vapid it's been hard to keep on going. I've been considering taking up "Swann's Way" again by Marcel Proust, but I was kind of hoping for something a little bit more contemporary . . . Oh, first world problems.
P.S. I wonder if Strike knows he is right next to the Leaky Cauldron . . .