@MsAmerica Just finished volume 1, which may be one of the saddest books I've read for a long time.
[SPOILERS AHEAD I GUESS, DON'T READ IF YOU'RE PLANNING TO READ THE BOOK]
What a lot there is to think about. At first I was kind of getting the rage about seeming discrepancies that are in fact just artifacts of so much prior time-travel fiction. "But what about the books eh?!" But after a little while that faded and I was just carried away by the strangely banal weirdness.
Is this just life? Are we all actually living the same day over and over? But we all pretend to add a day on to the calendar each day, to give our lives some external meaning? It seems that very many days are the same, going to your job (unless you get fired), packing kids off to school (unless they're starting a new school, or have been expelled), having the same conversations (unless you've split up).
Then I thought, although she says she is living the same day over and over, is she? Really it feels more like Thomas is living the same day over and over, and she is observing a whole series of different same days passing by.
Also passing thoughts: telling Thomas every day (at first) what had happened sounds a lot like living with someone with dementia. I can really see how that would not be sustainable day after day after day.
Also: on one level, it sounds like a responsibility free life, just doing what you want really, knowing nobody else will remember what you did the next day, or even that you were there...
And also also, the image of the depletion, the cumulative impact of consumption embodied by Tara's imagined pile of over six hundred pizza boxes.
Ultimately the ever increasing drift apart between Tara and Thomas brings me right back to thinking, is this just life?
I've ordered the next book, how could I not find out what happens next?