First Lines of "The Bone Clocks"

"I fling open my bedroom curtains, and there’s the thirsty sky and the wide river full of ships and boats and stuff, but I’m already thinking of Vinny’s chocolaty eyes, shampoo down Vinny’s back, beads of sweat on Vinny’s shoulders, and Vinny’s sly laugh, and by now my heart’s going mental and, God, I wish I was waking up at Vinny’s place on Peacock Street and not in my own stupid bedroom."

- David Mitchell, The Bone Clocks.

I'm only 20 pages in and already love it. Love me some Mitchell-vibe.