Wow a great present. I love David Mitchell.

Blurb:

. . . I've stopped, because the far end of the garden, the wall with the small black door - it's gone all faint and dim. Not because of evening. It can't even be four o'clock yet. Not because it's misty, either. I look up - the sky's still bluish, like it was before. It's the garden itself. The garden's fading away.

A nice companion read to the Bone Clocks. I'd advise everyone to read that first but this is a great little accompaniment.

Loved The Bone Clocks so excited to read this!