War & Peace
Jim has been reading Tolstoy's War & Peace since he received it as a birthday gift in November from his son's girlfriend.
He has read a chapter or two almost every night since (the book must be four inches thick) and then he comes downstairs and gives me the Cliff Note version of that night's reading, and we discuss it.
So, without all the work, I've been lucky enough to get a grasp of Tolstoy's fatalistic beliefs: we are all caught up in the inevitability of history, there is a God who permits us freewill within that inevitability but, ultimately, we have very little influence over event outcomes in our lives.
He's almost done with it. I'm going to miss Pierre and Natasha.