God damn if Blake Crouch doesn’t know how to write a good love story. With both Dark Matter and Recursion I thought I know where the story was going, and at some point I’ll stop kidding myself into believing that. There’s always a turning point in his books where I say to myself “well, guess this is what I’m spending my afternoon doing” because I just can’t put it down. I love this book. The science, the love story, tragic question of what can be done with the power of memory? Chefs kiss.