Hello newcomers 
9# The Bone Clocks by David Mitchell.
I liked this, it was really fun to read. It is a series of six interlinked narratives that span the life of Holly Sykes, a couple are from her own perspective, and the rest are from others as her story intersects with theirs. Holding it all together, is a fantasy plot that is foreshadowed throughout the book before taking centre stage in part five. The pay off is a bit unsatisfying, and, well, a lot bonkers.
Some of it is honestly barely readable in its third-eye, chakra-ingressing, transubstantiating, black wine drinking madness. But, I went along as I was invested enough in the characters and the story by that point to care about where it was all going. And it was all going a bit post-apocalyptic, as it turned out. Not sure how convincing I found it, but there was a lot to think about in this book and much of it well written.
Interestingly, a lot of the problems you might have with it are preempted by the author in the course of it - he has characters saying things like "a book can't be half fantasy any more than a woman can be half pregnant" and ruminates a bit on the nature of writing and reviewing and the 'avoidance of cliche'.
Another issue I had with it is that the voices of the different first person narratives aren't distinct enough - you are aware of the presence of the writer in all of them, they all have a very similar way with figurative language, to the point that you can get a bit metaphor-sick at times, however good they are. Mitchell seems so self aware though, that it could well be intentional, the question is, does this winking to the reader absolve him of these things? For me, a bit, yes.
I found it one of the more engaging things I've read recently, and just mostly good, assured storytelling. It is the first David Mitchell I've read, so looking forward to exploring his others.