So yeah, finished Solaris a while back. It was good. Mostly what was interesting was its in-depth discussion of the planet and human science's often feeble and ideology-driven efforts to understand it. Buried in there is the notion that all our fantasies about contact are little more then myths of human civilizations meeting each other transposed into space, which is a fair enough point.
Also The Man Whose Teeth Were All Exactly Alike. I love Philip K. Dick titles. They're long and strange, quite often, and it doesn't hurt this title means more then one of two things. There aren't any surprises here - it's another non-sf book of his, but like much of his sf it's about very odd people in California - though there is something heartbreaking about Runcible's depressed and self-destructive decency (again, nothing new.)