The Clockmaker’s Daughter: Kate Morton

Morton took the bones of a decent story, spread it across a century of time, threw it in a triple-lined lead box, mixed it with pocket lint, dustballs, pretty shells, shiny stones and pleasingly-shaped pine cones, put it in a paint mixer, then buried it so deep that it’s hard to dig out.

Otherwise, not a bad story.

Children of the Mind: Orson Scott Card

This is the last in Card’s “ENDER” series, one of the best sci-fi series in history IMHO. Card receives a huge amount of social criticism for his views but, Lordy, the man can write a good story! This one is better read after all its preceding offerings. Even given that, there is too much back story, prose and explanation to hook me like the others did. It only really works when the dialogue and plot take over from the back story. Still, a wonderful series that everyone should read.

Player One: Douglas Coupland

Armageddon in a bar in a Toronto airport hotel, a building resembling “the third-best restaurant in the fourth-largest city in Bulgaria”

Preternaturally calm, the main characters muse on faith, love, reality and the meaning of life.

Coupland is often derided as being derivative and predictable. Doesn’t matter. He seldom writes a bad book.