I just finished reading "Chasm City" by Alastair Reynolds.
And I don't know why that book left me a bittersweet aftertaste. Don't misread me, I love that book. The characters are captivating and the main plot twists and takes every possible turn till the last pages. And every five chapters or so he pulls the carpet from under your feet and you found yourself wondering why you did not see where he was going in the first place.
Reynolds has a unique way with words and situations that makes the thing seem fluid. Reading that book was like watching an amazing movie where you get attached to the characters even though they are less than perfect, even though some are cold blooded insane killers.
I think it's just the epilogue that left me thinking.
The last sentences are
"I don't know," I said, shrugging. "I just know one thing."
"Which is?"
"Life's what you make it."
Those few line, which could sound so common, are so unsettling especially coming from the main character, a guy who is considered a war criminal on his home world. It sounds so ironic.
It had been so long since a book ending left me speechless and unable to react. In fact the whole story leaves me speechless...
Damn it! This guy is good....
Can't wait for his next book.