I really couldn't get into Ripley. I think I just don't personally identify well enough with his particular brand of psychopathies, so I just don't care about or sympathize with the character on any level. His vagaries of mood and temperament and conviction that he can infer numerous layers of other people's thoughts and feelings from momentary readings of their facial expressions just feel ridiculous to me. I'm not saying there aren't people like him in the world. But I don't feel the need to read about them. Found the book fairly boring and unrelatable.
Since I finally finished the Wheel of Time books a few months ago I've been reading mostly quick stuff that I can get through in a few weeks or less, generally on the lighter side. A lot of books that would fit into what you might call the humorous mystery/thriller genre - Carl Hiaasen, Elmore Leonard, and the like. Also read Dave Barry's Big Trouble. I really enjoyed that, far more than I expected. It's not that I don't enjoy some of Dave Barry's perfectly childish column humor. I have several of those books, and they're about as laugh out loud funny as any written humor I've seen when you're in the right mood. But I didn't expect it to translate well into the writing of a novel. I was pleasantly surprised. Unsurprisingly, it's not deep or thought-provoking, but it is delightfully ironic. Definitely worth reading, and you can read it in a week or two even if you're a slow and sporadic reader like myself.
Also been working my way through Jim Gaffigan's second book, Food: a love story. It's ok, but most of the funniest parts are pretty much straight out of his standup routines and I've seen it before. If you've seen his standup the book reads better, but it's not great. Dad is Fat was better.