The Bone Clocks

I didn't think I would love this as much as I love Cloud Atlas - that was a head-over-heels affair - and I don't, but I did enjoy it very much. Nobody writes disagreeable characters like David Mitchell, even if some of them seemed a bit redundant to Cloud Atlas. This book is part character-driven drama, part angels-vs-demons fantasy, and if the transitions seem a bit clunky sometimes, it does all work itself out. The final chapter, a terrifying distopian sequence set in the not-to-far-at-all future, included at least two items that I read in the news, just yesterday, which gave me a moment of "how did he do that?" And the surprise callbacks? flash forwards? to Cloud Atlas filled me with joy, and sent me immediately to CA to reread the context.