Too many books, too little time for decent reviews.
Bloodsucking Fiends by Christopher Moore (1995): Hip, ironic, fast-reading tale of a woman turned into a vampire and the new-in-town aspiring writer who falls in love with her. But it’s neither as stereotyped nor as meaty as that description sounds. A fine, entertaining, light read, enough to make me look for more of the author’s work. 
The Lost Fleet: Courageous by Jack Campbell (2008): Good if not outstanding space opera, with a space fleet caught behind enemy lines, led by a man who’s spent most of the century-long war asleep in a space capsule — awakened only to find out that he’s a mythical, invincible hero to the ships he’s forced to take command of, but that their ideas of war and tactics have devolved over the decades. Third of four (to date) in the series, they get a bit repetitive read back-to-back, but are worth chewing (quickly) through as they come out. Mediocre (and non-germane) covers. David Weber writes this sort of stuff better, but Campbell (John Hemry) has come up with some good ideas to work with. 
Reach for Tomorrow by Arthur C. Clarke (1956): Golden age 40s-50s SF at its “very clever, if not terribly personable” best. Amusing, interesting, a bit aloof, often inspired by scientific discoveries or speculation since abandoned, the book shows the reason why Clarke was one of the brightest talents in that era. It’s reconfirmed to me why I still keep his books on my crowded shelves. Out of print, available in various used editions.
Wolverine: Election Day by Peter David (2008): David does a workmanlike job in this novel about the famous scrapping X-Man, tied up in a conspiracy of kidnapping, politics, bounty hunters and mutants (stop me if you’ve heard this before). David writes well, and captures the character quite decently without breaking any new ground or offering any new insights into Wolvie. A good book to quickly plow through then give to someone else. Per se it’s only worth three stars, but David’s writing bumps it up to a four.
Tigerheart by Peter David (2008): Splendid retelling — or sequeling, more properly — the Peter Pan story, without actually using any actual names. A witty, clever mythologizing that’s a bit more droll than Gaiman, a bit less flip than Pratchett, it’s fascinating, dark, inspiring, and all-around triffic stuff. Highly recommended, worth picking up in hardcover, and the only book on the list here that really deserved it’s own review post. 
Lord Peter : The Complete Lord Peter Wimsey Stories by Dorothy Sayers (1986): This omnibus of all the Wimsey short tales — from the beginning to the end of the period Sayers wrote them — is not as entertaining as the full novels, if only because they end up focusing on the structure of the mystery rather than Wimsey himself (whose presence is often limited and shallow). They’re still good fun, though, and a nice companion to the foppish detective’s full-length books — and all worth it for the final story, “Talboys,” a lovely glimpse into Peter and Harriet’s family life.
Jhegaala by Steven Brust (2008): Probably the weakest of the recent Vlad Taltos novels, this tale fits between Phoenix and Athyra in chronology, telling of how Vlad hid out back East from the Jhereg, and what he found there. It’s a dark, sometimes gruesome tale, and Vlad’s constrained by not having any of the regular supporting cast (save Loiosh) to talk with. It’s still an entertaining, if quick, read (and probably worth waiting for the paperback unless you’re a hardcore Brust fan).