A review by johnreadsthings
The Time Machine by H.G. Wells

5.0

“But to me the future is still black and blank—is a vast ignorance, lit at a few casual places by the memory of his story. And I have by me, for my comfort, two strange white flowers—shrivelled now, and brown and flat and brittle—to witness that even when mind and strength had gone, gratitude and a mutual tenderness still lived on in the heart of man.”

Oh, wow. My mind is BLOWN; my heart is OVERWHELMED, and; my bladder, which is filled with urine I've yet to release because I am utterly engrossed by this book, is BURSTING.

My, my, what a book! This was written in 1895, but the concept and image of future was well-conceptualized and -created and plausible. What I liked most about this was Wells didn't *randomly* create this version of the future. His unnamed Time Traveller tried and theorized how did mankind become that way in the future, tracing back to the character's own present time. It's astonishing.

Additionally, the book was unputdownable. It was a thrilling adventure you won't stop reading until you're sure what happens next. Wells wrote with such vivid description and imagery that I couldn't help but flinch in particular moments (in particular, that one with huge Crustacea).

Finally, that conclusion. It was so poignant, beautifully written celebration of innate kindness of mankind.

What a book. (Now, excuse me, I have to pee.)