I am reading tons of books (both paper and kindle) at the moment, and yesterday I finished reading "The Bat".
It's a fairly standard issue country house mystery, but it doesn't particularly distinguish itself except for having been one of the inspirations for Batman. The Bat in this case is a infamous villian, and he leaves drawings of bats or dead bats at the scenes of his crime; he actually projects a bat's shadow onto a window at one point in the story, which is clearly a pre-cursor to the bat-signal. So that's fun for Batman fans, but otherwise I wouldn't bother. I'll probably still watch the film, because it stars Agnes Moorehead and Vincent Price so it's bound to be a feast of over-acting!
After that potboiler I decided I wanted something a smidge more literary, so I moved onto "Geek Love". I am quite sure I must have read a description of it at some point, but I didn't bother to re-read it before I picked it up this time. It's good, really it is, but it centers around a family of circus freaks who were deliberately created by their parents using various cocktails of dangerous substances during pregnancy. That part is fine, a little disturbing but the parents do adore their carefully manufactured freaks so I didn't find it horrifying at all; except that I stupidly didn't think about what might have happened to the mutated babies that weren't viable... and, yeah, I've decided to read that book some other time now. Probably after I've given birth myself and everything is fine, you know? (Actually I'm also not reading pregnancy manuals either, for pretty much the same reason - They just love to scare you and I don't need that, thanks!)
So now I'm reading "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas", and I know there is bound to be a lot of substance abuse in this too, because the drug-addled misbehaviour and hallucinations are pretty notorious, but I think I can also be fairly confident that Hunter S. Thompson didn't have a pregnancy to worry about at the time. Right? You'd tell me, wouldn't you?