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The Nightmare Stacks (Laundry Files #7)
This is a muddled mishmash of Tolkien, Lovecraft and supernatural noir spy thriller, run through a twee, cutesy British filter and sporting a hefty amount of Neal Stephenson Overexplaining and Deadly Minutiae Syndrome (pages upon pages of weaponry description, just like pages upon pages of orbital mechanics, does not a story make), that made me struggle to finish it. Needless to say, I didn't like it very much. If that sort of thing sounds appealing to you, by all means have at it.
The Labyrinth Index (Laundry Files #9)
Couldn't finish this one, unfortunately: the Eight Deadly Words came into play early on. I guess this series just isn't for me. Although the Black Pharaoh (a Lovecraftian Elder God, now British Prime Minister) could certainly explain Britain's recent tendency to ricochet from one disaster to another.
The Labyrinth Index (Laundry Files #9)
Couldn't finish this one, unfortunately: the Eight Deadly Words came into play early on. I guess this series just isn't for me. Although the Black Pharaoh (a Lovecraftian Elder God, now British Prime Minister) could certainly explain Britain's recent tendency to ricochet from one disaster to another.
