I'm still reading all the same books I was reading last week.
I've temporarily misplaced my copy of Seven Lives and One Great Love but I'm sure it will turn up. I'm nearly done anyway.
Secrecy is humming along. It's a good historical-fiction read. You definitely get the flavor of Medici Florence and it's fun to explore the city along with Zummo, the protagonist, a sculptor who's been given the strange task of creating a woman out of wax for a Florentine nobleman. In the mean time he's falling in love and getting involved in intrigues.
But oh my, not much I've read recently can compare with Alan Hollinghurst's The Line of Beauty. This guy's writing alone is, like, incredible. I've heard the novel criticized for unlikable characters and a lot of explicit (gay male) sexual content and if those aren't your thing this isn't for you. Personally I don't find the characters so awful but they're certainly not meant to be nice. In any case the sheer beauty and momentum of Hollinghurst's way with the English language more than make up for anything else. This is a book I just want to be reading all the time. I love that feeling!