Keith Richard's Life, read by Johnny Depp in the car. It's interesting because it seems so real. Not the typical autobio. The disconnect of the memories, I guess. I get the feeling he brought in boxes of notes to himself on cocktail napkins, dumped them on the desk and said "you sort this out". It's very much in the Keith image.

Vince Flynn's Third Option on the kindle. It's deliciously bad. Pure intellectual sugar. No nutritional value at all.