I have not yet come to terms with the fact that Ian is gone, and there will no more spacecraft names for the rest of my life.
(Stolen from Mr. Banks himself, when he came to my university to do a talk. Still miss him.)
If so, it's well worth a read. Intensely poignant and personal, but brilliant Banks as ever.
The fact that he got his diagnosis whilst writing the thing makes it even more poignant for me.
There are parts where you can tell that what your reading is his personal reflections on his own situation.
I always found his latter day fiction to be a bit dull, but Quarry is kind of an exception.