Phew, that's a relief, biblio. Actually I think I've read Two Graves. If it's the one where we find out that his long-lost wife's tragic death at the hands of a man-eating lion on a safari in Kenya wasn't all it seemed, I think I found it a bit disappointing. It wasn't quite bonkers enough. 
86.) The Feed, by Nick Clark Windo -- a post-apocalyptic thriller that really wasn't the book I thought it was going to be at the outset. In the (not-too distant?) future almost everyone has implants that allow them to survive in an augmented world and access the Feed, a constant social networking stream that, frankly, seemed like a massive pain in the backside. When the Feed is lost, panic ensues and the world spirals into chaos, with people unable to cope, their minds and memories left stunted and damaged by overreliance on the technology.
6 years after the collapse a group of survivors are scraping by, wary of strangers, and watching each other sleep, because while the Feed may have been switched off, the technology still exists, dormant in the brain and at risk of being hacked.
This was okay. The writing was a bit disjointed, and it wasn't really grabbing me until about a fairly major twist halfway through and then it got considerably more interesting.
There were a couple of concepts that I struggled to buy, either because the logistics of it were handwaved over clumsily, or because I couldn't see any reason why a company would create a particular piece of technology and effectively 'give it away' for free, but on the whole I found it interesting and timely. Bloody depressing though.
87.) Cartes Postales from Greece, by Victoria Hislop -- Short stories from various parts of Greece. Interesting and mostly entertaining, although I think we're supposed to find the premise romantic and charming.
Yeah, no. Essentially, after being jilted by a woman, the narrator travels around Greece, sending the woman postcards, which she never receives because she no longer lives at that address. Instead Ellie reads them, finds them romantic and charming and falls in love with Greece by proxy. Then a notebook arrives, filled with stories about Greece, interspersed with the narrator bitching about the woman who jilted him, who he sent the notebook to so she could read it. WTAF, dude? At no point is there is no suggestion in the narrative of what creepy obsessive behaviour this is.
The stories themselves were interesting about although I found the writing style a bit stilted. But dear god that premise.