Just when you think the book is going to be The Martian 2.0 —a lone human fighting the void with duct tape and chemistry—Weir throws a curveball so brilliant it changes the entire genre of the book.
A man wakes up alone on a spaceship. He has no memory of who he is or why he’s there. Two dead crewmates lie in their bunks. He is millions of miles from Earth, and the sun is dying. Proyecto Hail Mary
Let’s just call him “Rocky.” You will fall in love with Rocky. Just when you think the book is going to be The Martian 2