I read Justine by the Marquis de Sade. It wasn't as "pornographic" as I expected, except with its redundant structure, but I suppose if you love torture scenes, you'd get off on this book. I was also reading a copy from 1968, so I'm thinking it may have been significantly watered down in translation. I've casually leafed through new translations of this guy's stuff and it's just a toilet-mouthed filth parade. Hmmm...
I also just finished reading The Book by Alan Watts. I've always been a big Alan Watts fan. Something about his approach to zen and philosophy really resonates with me. There's nothing particularly earth shattering in this book, but I believe that's the point. I read 90% of it on El Matador beach in Malibu two days ago and I got a fierce, fierce sunburn.