This book is about that guy you knew in school who was smart enough and good looking enough that he didn’t have to try very hard at anything. Now he has a Jeep and smokes all the time. He’s a little lazy, and sort of an asshole, but he still has a variety of good-looking women wanting to hook up with him. That guy has his girlfriend disappear in a cataclysmic rapture-type event. Then he meets a stunning physicist who suggests there might be a way to fix it. So they are going to try.
But first they need to drink a lot.
I wasn’t sure what to think of this at first. I read it as a group book of the month selection. The writing style is fun and casual but took some getting used to, as it seemed to be written either for people with short-term memory loss, or to show the characters suffered from it. The dialogue would frequently repeat itself or loop around to the same topics but not get you any further knowledge. The frequent scene changes that had no apparent relevance to the plot also drove me crazy, until I learned to let go and concentrate on getting to know the characters.
This story is a good time because the characters have a good time. Daniel, the main character, is not anyone you’d want your daughter to date, but he’s entertaining, and the other cast of characters is as well. They drink their coffee, talk about quantum physics and rank the hotness of girls in terms of baseball teams. The women use their overt sexuality to tempt the guys, and once everyone has gotten all of that out of the way, they think about dealing with the issues outside their circle, like why did 200 thousand people just vanish?
If you read this book looking for logical plot or plausible time travel you will be disappointed. The action is a little suspect too. But if you read it because you’re curious to see how an oversexed twenty-something slacker would handle a mind-bending crisis, you’ll get caught up in it. It’s fun and cool in it’s own way, and while you could nit-pick the details all you want, if that’s the case, none of the characters in this book would want to hang out with you anyway. They’re too busy having a blast. While you’re complaining, they’ll be smoking and drinking and nailing their ex-girlfriends.