I have to be honest; this book would be more aptly named Cigarettes, Beer, Boobs, and Quantum Physics
. What really makes this book is its characters. I feel that I must know them and their in-jokes from somewhere. I want to dislike the main character, Daniel Brandt, and his need to jokingly call girls "bitches", but his charismatic magnetism reaches out with freakish tentacles and makes you like him anyway. I want to bop Callie and Walter over the head and make them get it on and give up the just-friends charade when they're constantly cuddled up like kittens. And then I see myself in them and how many guy friends I had that were just as close that I am glad I kept as just friends even though the temptation might have been there every now and then. I feel more invested in these characters than I normally feel when reading about people who only exist as words on a page. I know these people. I've knocked on the door unannounced and spent time just hanging out doing nothing much with them. And they're intelligent. They're the nerdy kids who read only non-fiction quantum physics books or hack into top-security internet sites just because they can. They gather at coffee shops and bars, claiming their assigned seats by walking on the table to get there if necessary. They have adventures which leave their jeep teetering over a cliff or have them diving under trains. They write programs for quantum computers. And they time travel to try to recover the people who have mysteriously ghosted (disappeared from existence) all over the world. These are your friends and you're sad to see them go when the last page comes. You only wish they'd figure out how to use a gorram cell phone. Unfortunately, the story ties up nicely by the end and I fear I'll never get these friends back, but I'll most definitely greedily acquaint myself with the characters in the author's other book.