I have Elizabeth George's short story collection, "I, Richard" going in the car. I don't know if it's abridged or not but I've had to rewind the first sory a couple times, thinking I missed something.
And I'm reading James Patterson's "The 11th Hour" this weekend. Totally different style. It feels almost too spare but that could just be the contrast between it and the lusher prose I've been reading before it.