I can't say that westerns are truly a new genre for me - my grandfather owned every Louis L'Amour and I read them all on our camping trips together. But it's been years since I read a western.
True Grit was the right choice for me. The book's voice, that of the fourteen-year-old Mattie Ross, is deliciously frank, poetic, Sunday Schoolish, and smart. If I'm going to read a western, there might as well be a few bible verses worked into the narrative. There's LOTS of blood - enough that I'll probably end up watching only fifteen minutes or so of the Coen Brothers version of the movie.
So that's my new genre read. I read a few new mysteries, too: Anthony Berkeley's The Poisoned Chocolates Case and his Trial and Error. Both were lots of fun, in the classic 30s mystery tradition. And thanks to my cousin Alyson I'm reading a couple of Brandon Sanderson's sci-fi/fantasy novels, before the deadlines come to roost.
How about you?
PS: I finallly shipped out the little theaters today. Look for them within the next week or so!