Between New York and Boston and Seattle I read Per Petterson's Out Stealing Horses, mostly on trains and an airplane while listening almost exclusively to Panda Bear's Person Pitch, Bon Iver's For Emma, Forever Ago, and Kings of Convenience's Riot on an Empty Street. If I had managed to read it last year, it probably would have been near the top of the list of books that I never made for 2007. That Acela train was fantastic, too. If it was practical, I'd do as much work and reading as possible on nice, quiet trains rolling along the countryside. Somehow it's much less easy to get distracted that way.
I didn't really think of the similarity until after I was finished, but I now see that Out Stealing Horses reminds me of the Sea by John Banville, which, for the record I read in Amsterdam while riding trains (and occasionally in cafes with speed skating on the television) and listening almost exclusively to the Life Pursuit by Belle & Sebastian and You're So Silent Jens by Jens Lekman. I'm glad that I didn't think about how they were both old manly childhood reminiscences from isolated places until later. Otherwise, it might have driven me a little crazy.