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This works best as a chronology of how social media influence has undermined democracy and truth. In that sense it'll be a really useful resource for generations to come: these things really are what this era was about, and DiResta really doesn't hold anything back. The book is at its weakest when her own life intersects with these trends, forcing her to act as defense against accusations that were levied at her - not because those arguments had any validity (they didn't), but because it sometimes serves as a sidebar to the rest of the narrative.

This was a challenging one. On one level, it’s of the Twilight era, almost in response to those novels: genuinely repellant and intentionally alien in opposition to vampire romance. But this is a book about power dynamics; interconnectedness and free will. It’s a hard book to like, but I see what Butler was doing here, I think, and there’s a lot to think about.

It’s about loneliness, and transience, for sure, but it’s also about the masks and patterns we use to sanitize ourselves for the world, and how they battle with our real human nature and what it means to be alive and to yearn and dream and feel. I fucking loved it.

A book about what happens when the Internet goes away, yes, but there’s something much more than that: the exploration of humanity as content between advertising, the questions about what happens next post-revolution, the overlapping mysticism and open-source pragmatism, the breathing, beating characters, the class politics woven throughout. I loved every glowing, gripping word.

In some ways this is a parallel companion piece to Nick Bilton’s Hatching Twitter, and the authors actively consulted that book while writing this one. I was expecting Musk to come off incredibly badly, and he does; I was not necessarily expecting the wider cast of sycophants and narcissists, up to and including the biographer Walter Isaacson. There’s no pretense of objectivity here - Musk’s associates are repeatedly referred to as “goons” - and in a way that’s a detraction. The unadorned facts themselves are already an indictment. But this is grippingly told - and takes on a new meaning given Musk’s involvement in the second Trump administration. Someone please stage an intervention.

A lovely ending to the story. Superb world-building and what turned out to be a life-affirming tale about family and belonging. I’m a little sad I don’t get to spend more time following Binti and learning more about her world.

Breathtaking from start to finish. A zombie novel as carrier for something deeper, so true and so sad. I read it alone in the dark, and thought to myself, thank god, something is real.

A lovely adventure story that didn't quite sit in any of the categories I had for it in my head, and which frequently made me laugh out loud with its detail. It's somewhere between science fiction, fantasy, satire, and a meditation on the role of stories, wrapped up in a whimsical, breezy mode of storytelling that was always a joy. I'd hoped it was leading to a more momentous ending than the one that eventually landed, but that's only because the constituent pieces were so satisfying to explore through. I'd eagerly read a follow-up.

Just fabulous. Maybe it's because his family history is not a world of different from mine, or maybe it's because his journey and interests feels intertwined with my own, but I wept openly as I read the final third of this. It's beautiful and heartbreaking; true and relevant; deeply resonant in the way Maus was a generation ago. I learned about myself as I read it; I can't recommend it enough.

"The only way to predict the future is to control it." An interesting idea that powers a book that has a lot to say about 21st century oligarchy and our relationship to technology. There's one conclusion that hits home particularly hard; I can't describe it without spoiling the story, but I'm glad it's there.

If I have a criticism, it's that the author has so many ideas to share that they sometimes burst the seams of the thriller that forms this novel's page-turning center. But I enjoyed every minute, nodding along and wondering what was going to happen next.

Not just a retelling but a complete recasting of 1984. It's helpful to consider this as a separate work: a response to 1984, in a way, rather than a layering on top or a direct sequel. It's a criticism, an extension, a modernization, and a deep appreciation for the ideas all in one - and I was hooked. There's so much I want to write about here, but I don't want to spoil it. The ending, in particular, is perfect.

It took me several attempts to get into Bridge, but finally, this week, I picked it up again and was sucked in. There are plenty of other novels about traveling multiple universes to see the other yous, and Beukes knowingly stops to play with those expectations. The real story here is about loss, and the memory of a person vs the person they really were. But there's a lot of good science fiction fun to be had along the way.