Anathem
I don't usually post reviews of books - I get through so many that it would be ridiculous.
However, I am going to celebrate my enkeyboardedness with a big double-thumbs-up for Neal Stephenson's latest tome, Anathem.

I don't really know what made me love it so much - except it's like Eco's Name of the Rose crossed with Xkcd. I can't actually say why I liked it without giving away the plot.

Suffice to say that with this novel Stephenson is now a hard SF writer with a lyrical bent. Anathem reminds me of the works of Iain M Banks, except it's better than Banks' recent efforts.

Finally - and hugely impressively - in a marked difference to most authors who have gotten successful, Stephenson appears to have listened to his (justified) critics and delivered a satisfying, rounded and well-paced ending.

Don't start Anathem if the concept of techno-monks having dinner conversations about quantum effects on the multiverse turns you off. Did I mention that sometimes one word in four is invented? However, like Banks' greatest efforts, if you're prepared to become subsumed in Anathem's world, a very rich and fulfilling treat lies in store.