At lunchtime, I am making a run to the bookshop - having read The Graveyard Book, which I adored for the same reasons I adore Neverwhere, has me craving... more of the same, basically. So! YA recs of the 'if you liked _______, you'll love ________' sort in the next 20 minutes, GO GO GO.

Or, you know. Later on, as well. But I am coming out of that shop with something to fill the gaping hole in my heart left by Silas and Bod and Miss Lupescu, and without recs, I will (as I inevitably do, without ever learning from my mistakes) probably just buy whatever one has the prettiest cover.