If you've been following Bookishly Witty on facebook or twitter, you'll know that I'm just a teeny tiny bit obsessed with China Miéville's books.
OKAY, A LOT OBSESSED WHO AM I KIDDING.
Embassytown blew my mind; Perdido Street Station left me stunned (in a good way); and now Three Moments has made me appreciate even more (if that could even be possible) the richness and diversity of Miéville's imagination. Here we have stories about evil burlap sacks and floating icebergs and walking oil rigs and "New Death" and I just can't even with this brilliance.