Moving away from video games, which is bit minefieldian at the moment given the number of things I cannot confirm, deny, or even answer: stuff I've read, and stuff I haven't:

The Life of Pi: Haven't! I got to page 100, and the plot still hadn't started. I'm willing to own that my days of literary scholarship are far behind me now. I read for pleasure, and if you don't give me pleasure, your ass don't get read. Ideally, there's a plot in there somewhere, but failing that, doing something with voice and character that I didn't get back in high school when I read Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance would be a plus.

The High King's Tomb, by Kristen Britain: Heartbreaking, but I gave up on this after reading the first chapter in the store. I honestly wonder if this would catch on with people starting it fresh, not with a multi-year break between the second and third book. And this is going to sound harsh, and I hate that it sounds harsh, but, two things: first, I needed a whole lot of awesome right away to make up for the "We must go dark in the second book, because Tolkien and Lucas both did" deal, in which a very cool first book is succeeded by a book in which everyone is more angstful and we end with much less hope and a few people spiritually poisoned (this is also why I stopped at Path of Angst, or whatever the second Diana Pharaoh Francis book was, in which all the progress that the heroine had made in the first book got tossed out the window for more angst, and then everyone became stupid and stopped talking); and second, the entire first chapter, short though it was, was throat-clearing, and if the author feels the need to explain to a fantasy reader what a village wise woman does without simply going, "Village wise woman, aaaaaaand moving on," and then hammers on the "Yes, she heals, and also, she's eeeeeevil," thing as hard as Britain does... well, by itself, not enough to get me to put a book down, but after the second book, this was a maybe, not a must, and it made it into my hands but not to the counter. And I still feel bad about it, because I so greatly enjoyed the promise of the first book.

Buffy: The Long Road Home: Finally read it, since everyone who wasn't yelling at me to watch Dr. Horrible was telling me to read this. I liked it. It was fun. I liked the banter. I felt a bit of a learning curve, though, and while it's awesome that so many things were evidently thrown in for people who'd read the other comics, as someone coming in fresh, I was occasionally stuck going, "Okay, who's that supposed to be?" I never realized how stylized most comic faces were until seeing how limiting the "Working from real faces from the show" constraint is, where all the white guys with brown hair kind of blend in.

Also, no, I'm not watching Dr. Horrible. This is the part where I sound like an elitest jerk, but: I didn't love "Once More with Feeling" as much as everyone else appeared to. I didn't mind it, and I found a lot of the almost-rhymes really cute, but I like actual musicals, with people who can actually sing. I watched Raul Julia in Man of La Mancha. I watched Colm Wilkinson in Les Miserables. I saw the guy from Happy Days in Show Boat, which honestly doesn't count for as much, but still. I memorized the entire soundtrack of Into the Woods. Yes, also, there were lighter bits, with Sweeney Todd (tape of the Broadway version and live performance in SF with Neil Patrick Harris, who was decent, and, as I recall correctly, the mom from Life Goes On) and Wicked and Thoroughly Modern Millie and How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying and the obligatory Phantom and Cats and the monumental third-act problems of Jekyll & Hyde and a whole bunch of others. "Once More with Feeling" felt more like a very enthusiastic filk session than a musical, and there's nothing wrong with very enthusiastic filking, at all, but it's not my thing. I wish blessings and peace upon those who watched it, and I hope they gained much enjoyment and happiness from it.