The book I am trying to get into right now is Alone in the Kitchen with an Eggplant. It is a collection of stories about cooking and eating alone. So far the stories are great, yet the writing styles and topics are so varied I am having trouble reading more than one every few days, I dip in an out of it a few pages at a time.
I went to go see Hellboy II in theaters and now wish I had waited till it came out on TV. The movie has almost no plot. The scenes of Hellboy struggling with being different than humanity and having people hate him are compelling yet are swallowed by lack of follow-through. They show you a whole new world siting next to ours and then ignore it. Beyond an apocalyptic possibility of another sequel the movie ends at a bit of a dead end with nothing really resolved.