“Are you happy with your life?”
Those are the last words Jason Dessen hears before the masked abductor knocks him unconscious.
From the author of the bestselling Wayward Pines trilogy, Dark Matter is a brilliantly plotted tale that is at once sweeping and intimate, mind-bendingly strange and profoundly human—a relentlessly surprising science-fiction thriller about choices, paths not taken, and how far we’ll go to claim the lives we dream of.
*ahem* Uh, hello! Katelynn here. Yup, that’s all I’m giving you – because that’s all I was told to read (less, actually.. but I’ll be nice). Do yourself a favour and go into this one blind.
… Trust me.
Rating: 5 / 5
Started: January 26th, 2016
Finished: January 26th, 2016
Wine Pairing: A big glass of whiskey. Or vodka. Just… something strong because HOLY FUCK, YOU GUYS!
“We’re all just wandering through the tundra of our existence, assigning value to worthlessness, when all that we love and hate, all we believe in and fight for and kill for and die for is as meaningless as images projected onto Plexiglass.”
Angsty, intricate, infinite, unexpected: I stepped into the world of Jason Dessen with no expectations and an open mind and was given the universe in return. There are some books that you try to stay ahead, to guess the ending and what’s around every corner, and there are some books that you just give up and enjoy the ride and hope for the best (this one). Sometimes you get the best, sometimes the ending isn’t the best but it’s right, and sometimes it’s both (also this one). “That’s a tad contradictive, isn’t it?” you may ask. And yes, indeed it is. It’s contradictive and also in total agreement with itself while managing to be exactly everything I needed when I opened to the first page.
So future reader, seeing as I refuse to tell you anything about what happens inside these perfectly pruned pages let me instead tell you more about how this book feels – how it sits in your soul and picks away at the rusty walls you’ve built up through misuse and extended periods of time in stale office cubicles.
Starting in on the first chapter is like the moment a movie or TV show piques your interest out of the corner of your eye when all you’re looking for is a glass of water. It’s the moment you catch the eyes of a passerby and for just a moment the world stops, and the moment when your stomach taps on the backs of your teeth when the earth drops out from beneath you on a missing stair. It’s standing on the edge of a cliff and staring down, wondering if the ground will hold and wondering what it would be like to after the jump. It’s staring up into a midnight crusted sky with weary but hopeful eyes, knowing you are even smaller than the poets say you really are. It’s the unknown and the known, it’s pain and hope fearlessly crushed together, and it’s love – simple and true. You stumble upon big bangs and black holes and wander through countless corridors, and then suddenly when a world of black and white starts to find a speck of colour from a rip in your finger –
– it ends.
At least the words do, but the thoughts and ideas and emotions don’t leave. No, they linger and swirl around inside like rich wine held by dainty fingers and thin glass. They remain. Gentle satin caresses and sandpaper kisses, Dark Matter is worlds of small moments that make all the difference to yours.
“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious.”