For non-fiction, I am reading a good book titled "In Search of King Solomon's Mines" by Tahir Shah. He is of Afghan descent but grew up in England and has a British sense of humor.

"Was there milky froth around its mouth?"
I said that there was.
The surgeon licked his lips.
"Rabies" he declared menacingly.
"The woman was blind," I said, "she couldn't see the animal's condition. Are you going to give me twenty-one jabs in the stomach?"
"There's no anti-rabies serum in Ethiopia," said the doctor. "You'd better go back to your hotel and rest."
He began to write out his bill.
"What if I start frothing at the mouth?"
"Don't bite anyone," he said.