Oh dear, what a dismal selection of books I took away with me, thankfully Jeff Noon and Tom Sharpe rescued me from a pit of literary despair. Colony - Rob Grant, he finds four very mildly amusing puns, realising he will have to fill nearly 300 pages he repeats each pun ad infinitum, remembering on page 286 that the book is about to end and he hasn't properly thought out the closing stages, he invokes a limp god in the machine completion. Terrible. The Star Fraction - Ken Macleod, there might just be a good plot here, but it is buried beneath a mound of half baked political ideologies and a torrent of factions, theologies and splinter groups, half way through I had no idea who was fighting who, or even who belonged to which group. The Reaper - James H Jackson "A sunbather screamed in shock, scrabbling to get free of the situation and enveloping body parts, as a waiter exploded all over him. All he had asked for was a Bloody Mary", the worst two lines from a novel filled with bad writing. Blott On The Landscape - Tom Sharpe, funny, and the good guys win through, sort of. Pollen - Jeff Noon, very strange, beautiful and wonderful, despite being set in Manchester. I must read more of this man's work. Lastly, oh no, the shocking truth about the Harry Potter novels