A welcome addition to the time travel catalogue of love (and insanely attractive book covers).

There’s something about reading “the best” of something that just feels exciting and as I dabble in my own writing, influential.

I stand here at the end, blown away and overwhelmed.

I had multiple mini-existential crises, imagining all the things that could happen to us on this tiny blue pebble in the big dark forest.

How do you fit this much inside one person’s head?

The best parts reflect our own reality, the constant footnotes reminding you this isn’t all that far across the fiction/nonfiction line.

It makes you want to hold someone close, to not take anything for granted. And that’s exactly the kind of stories I like.

The author taps into the current foreboding mood of today.

One half like reading a speculative sci-fi thriller, the other like reading a physics textbook. And in this case, it’s a combo that works.

Regardless of the outcome, there’s no author I get more excited for.

If I could recommend anything in a succinct and non-Area X way: stop after the first book.

The premise of the series is profound, but there’s something off in the execution.

I can’t tell if I loved this or found it frustrating. Maybe both by the end.

Advertised as a science fiction-mystery-love story. That’s a quick way to explain the story’s essence; it barely scratches the surface.

It’s deep and imaginative and scarily believable.

A beautiful, heart-stopping and heart-aching course through the braids of time.

When quarantined from a global pandemic, you read books about threats to humanity.

It’s a guaranteed rush that will linger in the background of all your future reads.

I’ll probably read anything by Weir after The Martian.

A fast-paced ride to the bottom of the ocean, with plenty of twists and intricacies to keep you on your toes.