Recently the almighty gods of literature have seen it fit to bless me with the opportunity to consecutively review two amazing books, The Last American Vampire and The Sequel, which are very different. This is the review for the latter of those books, and it is AWESOME!
Reading the Sequel is like riding a roller coaster that moves too fast. The beginning of the book is like crawling up that mountainous arch, excitement and fear chewing at the pit of your stomach. Till you sit upon that massive perch, stationary, watching the world below crawl by, but then you suddenly feel the ride lurch forward as the coaster plummets down toward the ground below at 60+ miles per hour, you don’t even really have time to scream, much less comprehend WTF’s going on. All those loops, bends, and screws seem to blend into one short disorientating moment, and then you are at the end of the line and the feeling of having experienced something really cool remains with you.
If anything this roller coaster effect is The Sequel’s greatest strength, and greatest weakness. At the same time you’re thinking “that was really cool!” however you’re also thinking “WAIT! I need to go back; I couldn’t comprehend what just happened!” Unfortunately, the only way to tell what really happened is to go back and ride the roller coaster in slow motion. The cool thing is the much used roller coaster comparison is literally perfect for this book. During the first part of the book, The Sequel seems like a normal book about a writer named Zachary Gold who wrote an incredibly successful novel about a doctor who began experimenting with the unused portions of the human brain, and eventually constructed his own alternate reality inside his own mind. Everyone he knows is trying to get him to write a sequel.
Matters only get more complicated when he meets a man called Cardoza. Cardoza says Zachary stole his book. Causing Zachary to bolt from the coffee shop he was in, fearing for his life. He then runs into a library were he meets a strange woman who wants to write his book for him. That’s when it happens, you reach the last part of the book, and it lurches forward, reality falls apart around the reader literally. It’s like all the twists and turns and questions in the Matrix and Inception got smashed together and compressed into less than 200 pages.
I give this book top ratings and my recommendation. I just can’t wait to re-read this book after its release.