I DEVOURED this book. This might be my new go-to recommendation for folks who haven't read David Mitchell (or who couldn't get into Cloud Atlas). Having read The Bone Clocks first adds some depth, but isn't necessary -- this is the same universe but not a direct sequel per se.

Slade House feels like a finely-honed surgical instrument: it's less wide-ranging and expansive than some of his previous work, but deliciously, perfectly, spine-tinglingly effective at what it sets out to do.