I'm reading "The Eyre Affair" and Becky is reading "Lost in a Good Book." I accidentally picked up her book and got about 20 pages further along from her bookmark before I realized I was reading the wrong book.
On a related note, am I the only one who watches the news these days and says: "The best lack all conviction, while the worst are filled with passionate intensity. And what rough beast, his hour come round at last, slouches toward Washington, waiting to be born?"