I just finished reading Pines by Blake Crouch, a novel published in 2012. It’s a fast-paced, page-turning thriller with a lot of action and suspense shrouded in strange mystery. The story is told in fast, clipped, sometimes fragmentary language. As the enigma deepens, the reader is tantalized with little hints of what is really going on.

How many lived day to day, in the moment, banishing any thought or remembrance of the life they had known before? It was easier to accept what could not be changed than to risk everything and seek out the unknown.