Ok, here's the thing. I'm giving this 5 stars, but it is...and it isn't. I only ever give 5 stars for two reasons: either the writer is one of my go to, never miss, always get it on the first day of publication, read everything they've ever written, kind of authors (Karin Slaughter, John Sanford, Molly O'Keefe, etc.), or the book, itself, has changed me in some tangible (and intangible) way...has affected me on a deeper level...is something I will keep with me (in spirit), always (The Hotel New Hampshire, The Handmaid's Tale, Catcher in the Rye, anything from Judy Blume). Occasionally, it's both. With this book, Dark Space, again...it is, and it isn't. First, Knox and Rivers are writers I've only very recently discovered. But they are definitely, with each story, entering favorite author territory. They are both amazing. Second, there are parts of this book that are just so...valuable? It's such a crazy little disjointed, crunchy granola, crystals in your woo-woo aura, liberal arts tea narrative (sometimes)...not at all what I was expecting...that I wasn't completely sure I wanted to finish it. That sort of thing just isn't my thing, generally. But then, there are parts (and over-arching themes and messages) that are just so perfect and wonderful and important to remember (and try really, really hard not to let go of), that I'm so glad I pressed on. Things like this bit about remembering that joy comes from our sense of play: "Our joy lives in the dizzying impulse we all learn to stifle as we grow...the voice of Yes that tells us to close our eyes on the swings so we can feel the earth fall away beneath us, to lie in the grass with the sun warming our faces until we’re certain that it’s spinning, it’s really spinning, and we’re all spinning with it." It's a good quote, out of context, but trust me...it resonates so much more when you're reading that chapter, that it will have you in tears. We DO need to remember that. We DO let that sense of joy and play fall away, too much, as we age. We get so used to saying "no" all the time, when we should be brave enough to say "Yes!". I guess it's not exactly news that we need to stay in touch with our inner child, but we do need to be reminded of that, and Knox and Rivers have done that for me with this story. I don't think I can quite call it a great book, or a perfect one (half the time, I just kept thinking of a book I read, a million years ago, called "The Harrad Experiment", about a whole lotta sex at a small, liberal arts college back in the mother of all crunchy granola, woo-woo, sparkly aura decades (the 70's). But don't throw the baby out with the bath water. The metaphysical/physics stuff is interesting, and though I'd usually rather chew on tinfoil than get cornered at a party with a spacey, new age-y true believer (I fucking hate the smell of patchouli), I do believe in some of this stuff (energies, time not being linear, etc.). The love story is good. And I'm seriously regretting the fact that I didn't go to a small, private, liberal arts college when I had the chance. I missed out on a lot, I think. I might've been a completely different person if I had. Or not. Maybe I would've been exactly the same person, with a different set of memories, but still saying "no" too much, instead of "Yes!" But that's why I'm giving this book 5 stars, even though I think, objectively, it's kind of a mess (or genius...I'm really not sure, honestly)- it really made me think. And I'm walking away resolved to saying "Yes!" just a little bit more. This book makes me really want to try to do that. I think that's worth 5 stars, don't you?