Second paragraph of third chapter:

He crossed to the sink, filled the kettle then plugged it in and waited for it to boil.

This had been on my eventually-getting-round-to list for ages, on the basis that it came up as a possible addition to the list of sff novels set in Ireland. To be honest it barely qualifies. There are two plotlines, set several years apart; in one, a writer in 2002 finds that he is writing a novel without any memory of actually writing it, in what feel to him like alcoholic blackouts; the other plotline is the story of the novel, a thriller set around Good Friday Agreement times, in which a dissident British agent hints down a dissident Republican. I thought the violence was gratuitous and the politics pretty inaccurate, and the supernatural linkage between th two narratives not really accounted for; apart from that, it was quite well written! You can get it here.

This was the sfnal book that had lingered longest unread on my shelves. Next on that pile is The Year's Best Science Fiction & Fantasy, 2010 Edition, ed. Rich Horton.