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'We couldn't just waltz in and ask if anyone had been attacked by a seemingly sentient - and quite definitely stroppy - mass of black mould.'

I am *never* eating cantaloupe again.

Holy shit. No, really ... this book is *amazing*.

Word to the wise ... if you're planning on reading this one, going through the Bill Hodges trilogy first would be a good idea. Not essential, but helpful.

(That's Mr Mercedes, Finders Keepers, and End of Watch).

Like the best D&D/Pathfinder game ever. Love the snark. The plot, it seems, is about to thicken, and I can't wait.

Holy shit. Barely broken through the surface, and I've already got goosebumps.

YES!! Yippee! *happy dance*

I take back everything nasty I said about you after the last book, Mr. d'Lacey.

I did *not* expect this - but it's wonderful fun.

Holy crap, Stross, what have you done??

This is very possibly the weirdest English school story I have ever read. Also ... ants. Ugh.

Okay, yes, I'm a geek when it comes to fiction based on the Biblical apocalyptic literature (because having a degree in that sort of stuff has to be good for something, right?) ... I really want to read John Joseph Adams' Apocalypse Triptych.

It's like Fables meets Men in Black, with a side order of bureaucratic hell.

'... there are new gods growing in America ... gods of credit card and freeway, of internet and telephone, of radio and hospital and television, gods of plastic and beeper and of neon. Proud gods, fat and foolish creatures, puffed up with their own newness and importance. They are aware of us, and they fear us, and they hate us ...'

Well, damn.

... Well, this is weird.

In a good way, mind you.

Loving this. So enthralled that I nearly jumped out of my skin a moment ago when the phone rang.

No, really. :)

Almost finished this Great Thudding Tome.

Also - Nozz-a-la? I see what you did there, Joe.

Must ... not ... start ... End of Watch until I finish The Fireman.

Argh. Argh argh argh.

Holy great thudding tomes, Batman! This book gives any of Neal Stephenson's huge noveld a run for its money.

I am currently becalmed in the doldrums of the middle of this book. Hopefully, I can get back to it very soon.