The Magicians by Lev Grossman

I genuinely hate Quentin.


Fever Dream by Samanta Schweblin

A major WTF wrapped in a nice juicy slice of Oh, shit and baked until it’s a sloppy soup of Who the hell knows?

Nutshell, by Ian McEwan

Supremely literary; each sentence is its own masterpiece: a mentally floating journey along the lazy river (one or two rapids, maybe) of baby’s spatially void existence