I'm on dangerous ground. I'm in the process of moving to a new place, but I just picked up The Man of My Dreams by Curtis Sittenfeld, and I can feel it wanting to eat my brain, just suck me in the same way Prep did. I have packing to do, but the book is hard to resist. Once again I find myself wanting to shout "Yes!" at her main character's observations.
I'm still reading The Master and Margarita. I'm about halfway through it, enjoying it, but not in a rush to reach the end.