If you've been at all thinking about reading Ryan Boudinot's "Blueprints of the Afterlife," I suggest you get to that immediately. What an insane wonder. What a hilarious misery. What an endlessly twisty rabbit hole.
Some of the elements of the book didn't resolve themselves fully in terms of the narrative-- as promised, I didn't care. They were evocative of the whole. They needed to be there. I would talk about them so as not to be cryptic, but that would be unfair to prospective readers.
It's the kind of book that's been in my head for days after finishing. I'm eager to read it again.