Wasn't sure I'd like this book, but people rave about it, and it was on sale. A few years ago, but I've finally got round to it. Anyway, it's engrossing, and I do enjoy Dan Simmons' attention to detail. It's not as miserable as The Terror. I went in with no expectations, so a set of pilgrims telling their stories on the road wasn't what I was expecting. Or the fact that the book stops when they've told those stories.

I liked this, but by the end I was pretty tired of sci-fi tropes of telling the story in a different time order to conceal a twist. Then it's just looking-for-the-twist. I think I can also do with reading some books that don't keep talking about breasts and exactly how many times the protagonist has sex with the owner of the breasts.

This reminds me of Cloud Atlas, but actually a set of linked short stories. I don't think I'll read the next one though.