chloeraven
The universe is ending.
No, really-- not in a "the ice caps are melting way", but in a "the stars are exploding and space itself is basically glitching" way.
And somehow, Chloe Hart, professional overachiever and part-time disaster got chosen to tell the entire planet. On live tv. With cameras. And sweating. Lots of sweating.
The Exogenesis Anomaly is eating the universe like cosmic termites and the Global Space Agency wants every smart person on Earth to help to stop it. Which is great, except I'm not even sure I can stop my right leg to stop shaking while giving the speech, let alone literally stop the collapse of reality.
Meanwhile, my bestie, Jude -- sarcastic, annoyingly handsome, who smells of sandalwood and good decisions -- has apparently decided to go and find Jesus for himself. Perfect.
So now I'm juggling:
*the end of everything
*a global recruitment effort
*my crippling stage fright
*and a man who suddenly wants to talk about faith while the stars explode
If the universe doesn't kill me, surely the emotional whiplash will.
This book is a slow-burn, character-driven sci-fi about cosmic doom, unexpected faith, and the girl who is supposedly going to save humanity even though she can't save herself.