Just finished my (third? fourth?) re-read of 1632 by Eric Flint. A fun read, even if Mr. Flint is a yellow-dog collectivist at heart. ;-)
One thing that always disturbs me about the book: Grantville is supposedly a middlin'-small hick town in rural West-by-God-Virginia. Don't these people have any guns? A population of 3,000, and not one decent NFA collection in town? No collectors of C&R military rifles? Not one Burt Gummer-style survivalist with a basement full of cases of Hirtenberger? Come on... Willing suspension of disbelief is one thing, but I'm always thinking "If I could just get two or three more households snagged up in the plotline..."