July being July, reading is all genre all the time.
Huchu, The Library of the Dead
-- would have liked a bit more library, but the down-to-earth ghost-talking protagonist and the Zimbabwean magic was a blast. I don't know Edinburgh at all (no, not even with yoinks many Rebuses under my belt), but I'm sure this would be great for sensaplace if one did.
Brennan, Tropic of Serpents
-- the not!dragons really don't interest me that much, and neither do the 19th century social mores. I read this for the A/U Judaic religious references. Granted, for goyisch me, it's a matter of spotting the references in the first plae and then figuring what they relate to in this-world, but still fun.
Aiken, Nightbirds on Nantucket
-- Aiken reads fast. Am pleased that I can still get through a book in an afternoon. Also fond of Dido Twite.