Written in My Own Heart's Blood, by Diana Gabaldon
This was better than the last couple of installments, but it was a bit too meandery and didn't seem to have any real plot. Other than, thankfully, wrapping up loose ends from the last book, but that's not really a plot in and of itself.
I continue to detest Gabaldon's reliance on rape and sexual assault as a plot device. They don't serve the story at all and really, seriously, absolutely take away from my enjoyment of the books.