I finished William Gibson's most recent novel Pattern Recognition late last night. It has been on my shelf for more than a year and I haven't found the time to actually read it. Perhaps I was waiting for the right time, the right mood, the right setting... In any case, the timing must have been perfect now. It spoke to me in so many ways. I loved it.
Right now my respons to it is probably more emotional than it will be later on. I have a feeling that I will indeed work with this novel, and I know I will address it in a different way then. But right now it's just personal.