I recently finished Jeff VanderMeer's Borne, rushing through it, thinking about how good it would be to stop what I was doing and go back to reading it—it was hard to do anything else but read. I loved Annihilation, and that same intense involvement with the story pulled me into Borne. The world itself is wonderfully intricate, with its devastation and also with its biotech monsters and devices (please someone tell me how to finds alcohol minnows!) but the thing that kept me pulled in was how much the main characters deserved my sympathies. As appalling as the world was, the underlying sympathy and desire to connect and keep those connections alive—even in the face of the potential weaponization of those they love—these connections in the face of catastrophe give the book its human dimensions and depth. I miss the creature Borne, his joy and evolution and how much he longed to restrain himself. Do we create the monsters or do they create us? And how do we let them go?