Something brushes your neck lightly enough that goosebumps run down your arms, but when you reach back to move the shirt tag, the strand of hair, maybe the bug - there is nothing there but air. Reading the first half "The Book of M" felt just like that.

The characters and the overall tone of the book paired with the jumping perspectives left me feeling unsettled as I progressed through the book and saw more and more of the world, yet I absolutely needed to know more. What happens to Max? to Ory? what about Immanuel & Paul? the amnesiac? Despite the occasional predictable turn this book kept me wondering. After all, in a world where there is a legitimate way to break all of the rules we understand about our surroundings - anything could happen.

I expected a sci-fi romance with a small sprinkling of apocalypse and fantasy. What I got was a magical confrontation of what the definition of humanity and the role of memory in life truly is, with a healthy side dish of apocalypse. The characters kept me reading, the happenings kept me thinking, and the words kept me feeling - all the way to the end.

Blue. 52.