Reading Oryx and Crake was a strange experience, at once compelling and rather unsatisfying. A man calling himself "Snowman", possibly the last homo sapiens sapiens on earth, describes his life in a post-apocalyptic world inhabited by strange hybrid animals (don't pet the wolvogs, they only look like cute playful puppies so you'll come close enough to be eaten) and the Children of Crake, a new breed of humans who seem designed to be happy, docile and peaceful. Snowman, while trying to survive, tells the story of this world in flashbacks to his former life in an equally disturbing world, where bioengineering companies ruled the world and the rich lived in compounds far away from the poor. And he talks about his friend, the scientific genius Crake. 
 So, on the one hand, this was a very interesting book - I was compelled, wanting to find out what exactly had happened to turn one dystopian world into a completely different kind of dystopian world (and what a brilliant idea, having to dystopian societies to compare, rather than the usual normal word vs. dystopia), fascinated when it was slowly revealed what Crake had done. There's a lot of interesting world building and while I think Atwood relied a bit too much on the good old "look how jaded this world is, they watch executions for fun!" thing, other details worked very well (the horror of everything the Compounds represent, the MaddAddam game). On the other side of the apocalypse, I was particularly into the interactions between Snowman and the Children of Crake, especially the hints that Crake's plan for them might not be working out entirely - they begin to be religious and now they're even making art! 
 Overall, this was an interesting experience, but for me it didn't feel like all the world- and story-building played out in an entirely satisfactory way, there was definitively something missing. Especially the love (?) story between Oryx and Jimmy fell flat for me. 
 I suppose I'll have to reserve judgment until I've read all the books.