I'm just about through Akira Kurosawa's Something Like an Autobiography. Expect a review in Our Feature Presentation.

Leaves of Grass by Whitman.

The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat and Other Clinical Tales by Oliver Sacks.
It's so good. When contemplating reading it several years ago, I couldn't keep myself from reading up on the various disorders and cases described in the book on wikipedia. This made me think reading it wouldn't add much. I was so wrong.
It's beautifully written, the cases are fascinating, the little details make even known cases highly interesting, it's touching and often humorous, but doesn't feel dumbed down or sappy at all.
It's not only interesting from a medical point of view, it also makes one think about the very nature of consciousness and identity. Highly recommended to pretty much everyone.

The cases are very interesting and the book in general is great. But i found the philosophical parts not so good and deep as many people describe them.

Agreed.
The book's real depth comes from the description of the cases themselves.

Various Sonic the Hedgehog fan fiction on FanFiction.net. Oh the joys.

I've been a huge fan of the James Bond movies ever since I watched Skyfall, and after seeing Spectre a couple times, I started reading the books--on Dr. No now (first movie, sixth book). So far, I'm enjoying them more than the films, which surprised me. There's less sex, violence, and humour in general, but the plots are more realistic and the character of James Bond is much more interesting than any portrayal on the screen. I might have to watch the Timothy Dalton movies again, though, since he was apparently closest to Ian Fleming's version.

From Russia With Love is my favourite book so far, which didn't surprise me, given that it's also my favourite of the movies. Casino Royale was absolutely gut-wrenching. A book has never reduced me to tears, but damn, that one came close.

Try reading The Road or On the Beach. Both of those books didn't just make me well up, they made me cry. Tears streaming down my face cry.

Purple Hibiscus by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie