I read fiction when I'm on a proper holiday. Tends to fairly light crime. And it's usually 1 fiction, 1 non fiction. So my weekend in Barcelona last week, I read Playmates by Robert B Parker (I've been rereading his Spenser books), Mary Beard's Twelve Caesars - which I found very interesting, and relevant about representations of the Caesars given the Queen's death, The Art of Dying - Ambrose Parry (penname of Christopher Brookmyre, a long term favourite, and his wife Dr Marisa Haetzman), A Cry From the Far Middle - collection of the last columns and articles by P J O'Rourke, and Scottish Widows a series of monologues by Grae Cleugh, an old friend, very influenced here by Alan Bennett.
I'm always a bit dubious about reading clubs, not entirely sure why. I think we discussed the possibility of one on here once. Not sure we have the critical mass for it now.