My taste in books is being thoroughly shamed HERE, no worries, it's all in fun.
I'm almost finished reading Updike's Rabbit, Run, and I've got to say the first 90 pages or so were dreadful. I was seriously considering not finishing, which I've only ever done with two other books (A Far Off Place and Rushdie's terrible, Fury). But I decided I had to plug away, and I'm glad I did. The book got saucy, and I got into it. There were a few more really dry patches, but as a whole I've really enjoyed everything from page 94(?) on.
I've been writing some poetry again, for the first time in a month or so. It always feels good when that happens.