The Rapture by Liz Jensen. Not my choice as it was chosen by a book club. Nothing I would have picked up myself but entertaining enough. Young troubled girl who may or may not predict natural disasters. Actually I didn't read it, I listened to it while baking and such. Nearly 13 hours of a posh British women speaking in my ear. I can't help but speak this way now. I was decorating cakes last night singing C is for Cookie in a posh accent.