Well, I always know where my towel is, though none of the other names on that list have ever been big ones for me. To be honest, I haven’t had much time for reading fiction lately. I have so much work-related reading to do (which is interesting, don’t get me wrong, but tiring), much of it in Latin or French, that picking up another book at the end of the day just makes me feel “oh, god, why?” which is a shame, because there are a lot of books out there I want to read (in particular I’ve always meant to read more Terry Pratchett, because the two or three of his that I have read were great). I did find time a couple of weeks ago, however, for The Princess Bride, which is a very different experience in book form to the subsequent movie adaptation, and which I wholeheartedly recommend. I have a kind of cold, standoffish relationship with Tolkien because I read The Hobbit as a child, loved it, and then attempted to read The Fellowship of the Ring, which I think was just too old for me at the time, because I got about a hundred pages in, realised that nothing had actually happened yet, put it down, and never returned to it (this was all before the movies, of course).
EDIT: Oh, and I also count myself among the legions of people desperately hoping that George D-Bag Martin doesn’t die before he finishes murdering every character in A Song of Ice and Fire.