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A review by eliseraine
The Humans by Matt Haig
adventurous
dark
funny
hopeful
reflective
sad
medium-paced
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Diverse cast of characters? It's complicated
4.75
I expected this book to have a total sci-fi story about alien invasion and human destruction. But, (well oh well) I charged in fully oblivious to what it is all about. I am hoping to be kicked in the brain with science, technology, and maths apects of the story but this book crushed and tickled my heart!
Regardless, this is a solid book you can binge and make you question your existence and whatever it is you're doing with your life. I know that this is suppose to be a comedic book about an alien being stuck on Earth, but reading it made me cherish my life even more, realize a lot of things, and come to terms with the darkness inside me.
Here are some of the most memorable bits from the book I really adore:
Regardless, this is a solid book you can binge and make you question your existence and whatever it is you're doing with your life. I know that this is suppose to be a comedic book about an alien being stuck on Earth, but reading it made me cherish my life even more, realize a lot of things, and come to terms with the darkness inside me.
Here are some of the most memorable bits from the book I really adore:
The problem lying behind the lack of human fulfillment was a shortage not just of time but of imagination. They found a day that worked for them and then stuck to it and repeated it, at least between Monday and Friday. Even if it didn’t work for them—as was usually the case—they stuck to it anyway.
Past and future were myths. The past was just the present that had died and the future would never exist anyway, because by the time we got to it, the future would have turned into the present. The present was all there was. The ever-moving, ever-changing present. And the present was fickle. It could only be caught by letting go.
My eyes felt a warm, gentle strain. My vision blurred. Then something ran down my cheek, all the way to my lips. A liquid. Like rain, but warmer. Saline. I had shed a tear.
Dark matter is needed to hold galaxies together. Your mind is a galaxy. More dark than light. But the light makes it worthwhile. Which is to say, don’t kill yourself. Even when the darkness is total. Always know that life is not still. Time is space. You are moving through that galaxy. Wait for the stars.