I read anything that's nailed down, or even just moving slowly. Cereal boxes, candy wrappers, all genres, etc., and I don't always have much time for arbitrary distinctions like literary fiction vs. genre fiction.
I thought Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil was overrated, and there's nothing in this one to change my mind. I've listed it as a mystery, because it ostensibly concerns who might have set the fire that consumed La Fenice (the opera house in Venice), but it's really just an excuse for name-dropping and home decor porn. zzzzz