Reading this made me realize that my brain just won’t register horror in any normal way.
Cloud Atlas made me want to reread a certain classic.
Sometimes as you read a sequel you just hope beyond hope that it wasn’t a marketing departments decision.
The ship of Theseus is a pretty applicable bit of philosophy. Here’s a thought: are you the same reader you were 20 years ago?
Some books are more akin to fast food than a proper meal.
Leibniz is not once mentioned in the novel. So why do I keep thinking about him?
What happens when you read the sequel to a novel you didn’t really feel needed a sequel?
For We Are Many raises the stakes on what was set up in the first book of the series.
The Expanse books often focus on aspects of the story that I just can’t seem to care about.
This might be the most well-written book I disliked reading.