I don’t believe I’ve read anything by Iain M. Banks before, and after Consider Phlebas, I’m not sure I want to.
I just finished reading Daniel Suarez‘s Freedom (TM) in about three days. This is much more a statement of the novel’s quality than my own somewhat glacial reading pace.
Having recently finished the excellent Honor Harrington series, I decided it was high time to peruse David Weber‘s backlog of other titles. The war-related books didn’t really interest me, but In Fury Born snared my attention.
Brandon Sanderson’s Mistborn series is an interesting beast, but The Final Empire is a great introduction. I normally stay away from fantasy sans notable exceptions, yet a friend of mine recommended it and I trust his judgment, even if he’s a fan of Robert Jordan.
Charles Stross wrote Accelerando while high on meth, I think. Not only is it densely packed with author-coined terminology loosely based on the underlying technological innovations, but it’s a meandering plotless testament to its own existence.