The Bone Clocks

Fast becoming a David Mitchell fanboy. Although this one isn’t nearly as wordy as The Thousand Autumns of Jacob De Zoet and as resonant as Cloud Atlas (my favourite so far), I really enjoyed the pacing as the big ideas he tries to grapple with.

When a woman on the bus noticed that i was reading this book, she remarked that she wasn’t able to make it thru the entire novel. A shame, since his books, especially this one, is more about the bigger picture and how everything fits together. The whole, rather than the parts.

Also, my hair looks poofier than I thought but I don’t know what to do with it.