I just finished This Is Not a Game by Walter Jon Williams. He is an amazing writer. If you aren't reading his stuff, you should be.
So, I found it at the library today. Up next. Pretty excited. Thanks for the suggestion.
So, I got sick this weekend and finished it. The book was really good. Right up until the end. And then the author pulled an unforgiveable, in my book, and I was completely frustrated that I had spent my time on it. It was like, complete manipulation of the reader. And I HATE being used. Sorry, this was just not the right book for me. In fact, it'll probably take me a long time to get over it all and allow me to pick up another book of his. Now, that's probably just a shame, but at this point I can't say that I much care. Ugh.
In other recent news, I'm taking the advice of Scott Card and reading outside of my genre.
Picked up Every Dead Thing by John Connolly, and will probably also be reading My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Picoult. I read sample sections of these two books on my Kindle and loved the way that they started. Here's to broadening my horizons.