Black Swan Green

A more subdued book than Cloud Atlas or The Bone Clocks. Very evocative, and full of delightful words (British school-kid slang and invented onomatopoeias). It reminded me maybe a bit too much of my own awkward adolescence. I also appreciated the references to Cloud Atlas (and, presumably, Number9Dream, though I haven't read that one yet – its title shows up). That being said, nothing about this book really got to the core of me the way Cloud Atlas did. David Mitchell wrote this story well, but it didn't feel to me like a story that only he could have written.