Okay. I did manage to read most of my books while on vacation. This basically means: grabbing a paragraph or two between the kids pushing each other off the stairs, fighting over chocolate, visits to the beach (Balaton, Hungary) etc.
I started with Kunkel's Indecision which wasn't bad (major déja vu about my calling Isa "the Joker" because of her smile and some mentions in the book). I went on to Gibson's Spook Country which seemed to end way too abruptly (like there should have been at least 600 more pages coming). Still didn't get around to Nadine Gordimer's short stories. I did read de Blasis Thousand Days in Tuscany and got myself rightly in the mood for Steingarten's food book (which was quite analytical, therefore not easy reading in the sun, until the travel section). Science fiction: yes started it. Turns out to be the second book of a series. And so complicated, like you have to keep track of intricate plots and characters over millenia of intergalactic dogoodery or warfare. No thanks.
Last book (finished minutes after returning home after a long car ride): Updike's Terrorist (in German). Wish I'd had it in English. Would have made way more sense.
I'll have to wallow in the books of the last ten days (which seem to seep into each other in memory) as I won't have much time to read in the next few weeks...