Second paragraph of third chapter:

Smoke and chemical fumes belched from the shattered glass windows. Occasionally another pane gave up the ghost; a brief burst of light colored the sky, and fractured crystal rained into the streets below.

Sequel to Streetlethal, which I read earlier this year. I liked it better – a bit more variety of scene and tone, while still restricted to a dystopian future California and points north; we explore genetic mutation and single-sex societies. It still didn’t grab me particularly hard, and I don’t think I shall seek out the third of the trilogy.

This reached the top of my pile as the most popular book on my shelves by a non-white author that I hadn’t read yet. Next on that list is Adolf, An Exile In Japan, by Osamu Tezuka.