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A review by bkwrm1317
Dark Matter by Blake Crouch
challenging
dark
emotional
mysterious
sad
tense
fast-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Plot
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? It's complicated
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? It's complicated
5.0
Wow. This one hit me like a ton of bricks. I think a lot due to the quantum entanglement-ness of our protagonist and his wife as he goes on one of the strangest journeys a character could engage in, but also because it makes one think (as all the best SF does) not only on the human experience externally, but also introspectively.
His love for his wife and dedication to finding her again made me miss my own love, wherever he may be among the stars.
"...I remember how the wine had stained your lips. I've always known, on a purely intellectual level, that our separateness and isolation are an illusion. We're all made of the same thing--the blown-out pieces of matter formed in the fires of dead stars. I've just never felt that knowledge in my bones until that moment, there, with you. And it's because of you.
Yes, maybe I just want to get laid, but I also wonder if this sense of entanglement might be evidence of something deeper. This line of thinking I wisely keep to myself..." p 245
"...Being with Daniela isn't like being home.
It defines home.
I remember thinking that the first time I made love to her fifteen years ago. Thinking that I'd found something I didn't even know I'd been searching for.
It holds even more true tonight as the hardwood floor groans softly beneath us and the moonlight steals between the break in the curtains just enough to light her face as her mouth opens and her head tilts back and she whispers, so urgently, my name."
His love for his wife and dedication to finding her again made me miss my own love, wherever he may be among the stars.
Yes, maybe I just want to get laid, but I also wonder if this sense of entanglement might be evidence of something deeper. This line of thinking I wisely keep to myself..." p 245
"...Being with Daniela isn't like being home.
It defines home.
I remember thinking that the first time I made love to her fifteen years ago. Thinking that I'd found something I didn't even know I'd been searching for.
It holds even more true tonight as the hardwood floor groans softly beneath us and the moonlight steals between the break in the curtains just enough to light her face as her mouth opens and her head tilts back and she whispers, so urgently, my name."