Just finished Not Till We Are Lost and wow—this book is like a cosmic pinball machine! Multiple storylines bounce around (AI time bombs! Anti-Bob rebellions! Dragon-shaped drones?!), yet somehow Taylor makes it all click. The science bits? Chef’s kiss. The humor? Well…

Let’s talk about those puns. Imagine a supernova of dad jokes exploding every chapter. At first, it’s charming ("Haha, Bobs being Bobs!"), but by page 200, you might mutter "NOT ANOTHER QUINLAN-QUINNY WORDPLAY" into your pillow. Still, the galactic mystery payoff? *chef’s kiss again*.

PS: New readers—start with Book 1. This ain’t Star Trek; you can’t just beam into the middle.