The Bone Clocks by David Mitchell

Disappointing, but what was he going to do next?  I was doubtful but willing to try to believe he could pull off another  interconnected-novellas-including-the-future, but the sixth section, "An Horologist's Labyrinth," lost me.  The fantasy/sci fi stuff just made my mind go numb.  Gorgeous writing all over the place, great characters, great settings, the huge presence of lived-life feel that Mitchell so soundly delivered in Cloud Atlas and The Thousand Autumns, but in the end, a solid, sad, Nope from me.