I actually enjoyed, somewhat Anathem by Neal Stephenson, but Seveneves was flat out bad after about 300 pages… and it continued until 800 something.  I slogged, skimming.  Burst out laughing at the explanation for genetic engineering of Neanderthals in cramped outer space: They were strong and could punch hard!  Could anything be more idiotic?  Selection pressure would be to genetically engineer for smallest size possible.  Food, oxygen, waste disposal, space for living were the real constraints in the setting.  Punching?

The Miniaturist by Jessie Burton had a good premise, and some nice description of 17th century Amsterdam, but bizarrely remained incomprehensible about the main idea, the miniaturist.  and I mean, really, incomprehensible.  Over the last 100 pages I was just shaking my head… “Really, you wrote this book, and the publisher printed, and the editor edited, and you all thought to yourselves, it doesn’t really matter if we don’t actually figure out what the miniaturist is…. nobody will get past the first 100 pages anyway.”