Just another GR refugee. Other than that, I had a stroke in 2004, and read almost anything I can get my hands on, though I have a particular weakness for history, mystery, and historical fiction.
The Birthday Party, by Harold Pinter. Part of a great class I had in college on "modern British and American drama," from an excellent teacher. Really made me appreciate a lot of fine modern plays. (Though not even Dr. Raedel could make me like Samuel Beckett. Sorry, Dr. Raedel.)
My mother kept asking me how I was doing in the class, and she kept being frustrated because I could only say "I don't know: 40% is the final exam, which we haven't taken yet, and the other 60% is the paper, which hasn't been turned in yet." (It was no worries, though - I got an A in the class.)