from the shelf #005, we have

which is a very good novel. As the cover blurb points out, it’s “haunting”, although it doesn’t quite make you regret wondering about immortality: it makes you regret wishing immortality upon your friends. It’s about a near future where we find a way to stop a person’s body from aging, and so we have our conflict for the rest of the thriller.

I would talk about its plot more, but it is a book that likes to make you turn the page, from not knowing what is going to happen. Throwing together such real world issues, the end of oil (which leads to battery powered cars parking at recharging stations that double as parking meters), the inexhaustible desires of humans (which culminates in “exurbs” dotting the exits of every freeway, as mother Earth rests beneath our road), and human cruelty (something too discomfitting to remember, much less type), this is a novel that will make you stay up late to read more of it.

It feels like it’s writing the future of human history out on it, in the apathetic voice of the eventual mercenary, and one theme keeps coming back to the surface, with more alarming urgency each time: enjoy the time you have on this earth.

After we see the world get overpopulated to the point of water residing in people’s bodies instead of the Earth, it’s clear that some things are meant to end. The deaths that this book brings are real and harrowing, and may shed ¬†some tears from your eyes, but through it all, the book gives you one gift every story at least tries to: it makes it okay that things end. It’s not a perfect book by any means, it has some pacing issues between the third and fourth acts, but overcoming all of that, it made me a little bit more at peace with my eventual death.

Which is the best damn thing I can say of any book I’ve ever read.