Read a book off the "hot titles" shelf at the library for some easy reading... "The Last Days of Ptolemy Grey."
It was touted as "a masterful, moving novel about age, memory, and family from one of the true literary icons of our time." I found it lackluster in plot and depth, and an uncomfortable clash of science fiction and the African-American struggle. I also found it ultimately hopeless, as the final triumph of the protagonist is merely to rediscover a stash of money which will secure the financial well-being of his heirs. Through the veneer of "a masterful, moving novel about age, memory, and family," the author merely tells the same, tired, false tale of wealth being the ultimate solution to life's problems.
The book reminded me a bit of Kazuo Ishiguru's novels in it's attempt to be haunting, and in it's attempt to deal with memory, but Ishiguru does it much better, and much more honestly.