I remember holding my breath as I read through the Book Of M in one sitting.
The cover drew me in first. Then I read the blurb on the front flap:
One afternoon at an outdoor market in India, a man’s shadow disappears—an occurrence science cannot explain. He is only the first. The phenomenon spreads like a plague, and while those afflicted gain a strange new power, it comes at a horrible price: the loss of all their memories.
Ory and his wife Max have escaped the Forgetting so far by hiding in an abandoned hotel deep in the woods. Their new life feels almost normal, until one day Max’s shadow disappears too.
Knowing that the more she forgets, the more dangerous she will become to Ory, Max runs away. But Ory refuses to give up the time they have left together. Desperate to find Max before her memory disappears completely, he follows her trail across a perilous, unrecognizable world, braving the threat of roaming bandits, the call to a new war being waged on the ruins of the capital, and the rise of a sinister cult that worships the shadowless.
I was hooked.
The story did not disappoint! The author does a fine job piecing together the different characters and tying their stories together. The ending was a punch in the gut, but a good logical one, in my opinion.
One word of warning: The Book of M isn’t just about Ory and Max. It’s not a romance, though Ory’s love for Max drives his actions and vice versa. So, set your expectations accordingly.