[a:Emily St. John Mandel|2786093|Emily St. John Mandel|https://images.gr-assets.com/authors/1576606299p2/2786093.jpg]'s [b:Sea of Tranquility|58446227|Sea of Tranquility|Emily St. John Mandel|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1626710416l/58446227.SX50.jpg|92408226] is a fun book to read with lots going on for such a short book (255 pages, with lots of air) that I read in just three days, which is rare for me, but don't approach it as regular sci-fi if you're big on that genre. Not much of that makes real sense.
 The story relies on time travel, which I doubt will ever be possible and if it ever is it should be banned as much as possible. Once you step on that one butterfly ...
 The time travel links a few plot lines, most of which make satisfying little tales on their own, especially, to me, the first one. The stories probably mesh to a greater degree than I'm aware of, but I am too dumb to get it.
 I enjoyed reading it anyway.
 There is clearly a lot of autobiographical stuff in here St. John Mandel packed in to get off her chest, especially an extended bit on book tours. Good reading, but I have to hope that men (mostly) won't say the idiotic things they do now in the year 2203.
Excerpt:

 "I was so confused by your book," a woman in Dallas said. "There were all these strands, narratively speaking, all these characters, and I felt like I was waiting for them to connect, but they didn't, ultimately. They just ended. I was like"—she was some distance away, in the darkened audience, but Olive saw that she was miming flipping through a book and running out of pages—"I was just like, Huh? Is this book missing pages? It just ended."