It's as good if not even better than I remembered from a few years back, which means it just might be the best book I know bar none. Immensely quotable, too, even if they'd probably be better described as two-liners or three-liners than one-liners.

Other than that, rereading Karl May's classic western "Winnetou" on my tablet (an e-book version of his collected works which ranks at the "book" with the most pages I own, by some margin, at a respectable 41 232 - even if the font is big enough that there's very little on any single page). I recall it as very gripping, though preachy - so far the preachy is there, the gripping not so much yet.