Re-reading the Bible, a Catholic version this time. I'm on Daniel. Lot of mysterious angels, lot of cubits and measures, and some truly weird dreams and visions. Of course between each book of the Bible I read a trashy horror novel to cleanse my reading palate. The last one I read was the Beast of Barcroft by Bill Schweigart; about a neighbor who has a rat problem. Of course it turns out to be the first book in a trilogy, but it stands fine on its own.
I'm not anti-Christian. I'm anti-stupid.