I read an awful lot of crap books in 2007. Some of these I was obliged to read in order to review them; the rest I managed to select and endure entirely under my own volition. Eventually I gave up: between October 28 and November 11 I didn't read anything save for blogs and (probably) the tv guide. Salvation, when it came, was in the form of Cormac McCarthy's No Country For Old Men and Denis Johnson's Tree of Smoke, both of which I enjoyed immensely.
Other quality reads were: various Nabokov novels, Gabriel Josipovici's The World and the Book, Rohan Kriwaczek's An Incomplete History of the Art of the Funerary Violin, M. John Harrison's Nova Swing, Geoff Dyer's The Ongoing Moment, and Coetzee's Diary of a Bad Year.
I carry half-read into 2008 Joyce's Ulysses, a Great Book that I have been pleased to discover is, indeed, a great book. I abandon half-read in 2007 Clive James's tiresome, turgid, and frequently nauseating Cultural Amnesia. I hope that the decision to read Ulysses and the decision not to continue reading Cultural Amnesia will set a precedent for my reading in 2008. That is, I want to read more of what genuinely interests me and less, if any, of the kind of books I have in the past tended to pick up merely to pass the time or because they were new and shiny and "topical".