Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow is such an odd, esoteric book. I almost feel like I’m slightly too young to truly appreciate all the video game references, but I was intrigued nonetheless. Reading this book strangely felt like playing a game, but one that isn’t really won or lost. 

My main gripe: Sam and Sadie sometimes felt like they were so tied to their Fatal Flaws that it was exhausting to watch them continue to mess things up endlessly. Also

I felt a huge reading slump after Marx got shot… I wasn’t expecting more trauma after everything that Sam already went through!

Recommended for: aging Gen X-Millennial cusp-ers craving some serious pop culture nostalgia.