

Just finished Adrian Tchaikovsky’s Shroud, after a bit of delay in the middle. Some good world-building and interesting concepts, and an engaging tale - but not quite up with Children of Time, I’d say.
About a third of the way through Iain M Banks’ Use of Weapons. It seems too focused on the flashbacks - which have not coalesced into a cohesive whole so far. There is still plenty of time, of course.
Not specifically for the eyes or posture, but for overall approach and attitude to situations like this: