OMG people…THIS BOOK. I love, love, love, love, love, love (times 77 bajillion) this book.
Mostly because of this:
I’m pretty much fucked.
That’s my considered opinion.
That’s the opening three sentences, and it just continues like that. Despite dealing with a potentially serious subject (stranded on Mars…yikes!) and lots of science (just how does one get to Mars, anyways??), this did not feel like a serious slog of a read. Our narrator has such a casual delivery, and a great sense of humor, and also a potty mouth (sometimes it was like listening to myself! (which might not be something to be proud of, but whatever)), that this book was a breeze to read…I didn’t want to put it down, and then I didn’t want it to end.
This is going to be the book that I push on people all year long. I already took it to work, read the first three lines to my co-workers (consensus: it was like listening to ourselves! (see…I told you!)), and then pretty much forced it on Anthony. If he doesn’t like it, I might just disown him. (I already made him read The Strange Library* though, and he’s still talking to me, so I have high hopes.)
*I’m wondering how many books I can convince him and Chenoa to read before they catch on to the fact that I’m trying to make our unit into a mini-book club.