The science fiction nerd I became owes so much to this book. Philosophical implications of physics tweaks, strong awkward heroine who finds comfort in math, political analogies, and fantastical but completely believable worlds. Young adult or not, this is everything science fiction should strive to be
The first 2/3s of the book are fascinating as subplots and characters interact in strange and interesting ways, even if it is rather slow paced at times. But the last third is about as exciting as reading about somebody hanging out in a small apartment and never going outside for months or about a guy visiting an old folks home and reading short stories for weeks on end–cause that's pretty much all that happens in the last volume of the book. I didn't expect every loose end to be neatly tied up or every surreal incident to be explained in a completely logical manner, but some sort of climax might have been nice. Overall an interesting story that feels cheated by a meandering ending
Terrifying and mind-blowing. Fascinating characters keep increasingly absurd situations somehow completely relatable. On one level it's simply a story about a family and an architecturally “unique” house but on another level it's an insane mind game. I think I have like 15 pages of notes just trying to piece everything together. And even if it's impossible to tie every string together and catch every unspoken story and find every underlying connection, the surface story is fascinating enough on it's own. It isn't really a book you read so much as participate in.
A coming of age story that isn't schlocky or about a kid “learning who they truly are and the power of love and other wonderfully boring things.” It's the story of a girl who doesn't really fit in with her peers and wants to be older until she learns that most adults aren't any better. It's the story of a girl realizing there are a limited number of people in the world (well universe) who she can connect with regardless of her age. (Or at least that's what I got out of it) It's depressing, it's oddly uplifting, it's wonderfully weird at times and yet very simple.
I don't understand why people love this book so much. The writing's so bad it makes 50 Shades look literate
I can't believe I didn't finish a book partially about Alan Turning. But I got 300 pages in and there was absolutely no plot, just a bunch of desperate attempts at humor
Sure. Fine. Whatever.
Some of the stories are really good and true to the show, but others address Mulder and Scully's emotions
I adore Jonathan Lethem, but I couldn't even finish this book. There's no plot, not enough Letham-esque absurdities, and the characters make no sense. Being Jonathan Letham there are interesting word choices and quotable phrases, but not enough to carry the lack of plot. I missed the heart that his earlier books had.
Ridiculous, silly, poorly written nonsense with incredibly annoying characters. It is possible to make a zombie plague and international espionage completely and utterly boring.