The Theory of (Not Quite) Everything

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In fact, from being the idiosyncratic story of healing from grief or finding love and second chances that you might be expecting, though they are definitely part of the story, The Theory of (Not Quite) Everything goes far deeper into the human condition, asking whether we are better to rely on heads or our hearts? There’s no doubt that we usually tip one way or the other, but life has a defy of abhorring clean boundaries and easily-defined decisions, and so while we may favour one approach to life or the other, it’s hard to make decisions as simply as Art might think they can be made. She listens to other incidents intrude. “No further injuries, Grosvenor Park,” calls the in-car radio. “Apparently vehicle was stolen.”

As Art's mistrust of Frank grows, so do Mimi's feelings, and the siblings' relationship is tested to breaking point. Something about Frank doesn't quite add up, and only Art can see it . . . Mimi lowers herself onto the sofa, her arms wanting to reach for her brother. For him to be there with her while she does this, but already, she knows that will not be possible. If there is any justice this brilliant debut will receive the success it deserves on publication, and I am keen to see what Kara Gnodde will follow this one with. The best time to read a book depends on your personal schedule and preferences. Here are some suggestions:

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He lies on the bed, breath shallow and even, tubes rising and falling in sync with his chest. Tubes, liquids, toxins. Electrics, needles. Beds on wheels. He wouldn’t like it. The wheels make her feel queasy too—they look ready to move out at a moment’s notice. Mimi stands at the foot of his bed. “Can I touch him?” she asks a nurse. Early morning: Some people find that reading in the morning helps them start their day with a positive and productive mindset. During your commute: If you take public transportation or have a long commute, you may find it helpful to use that time to read. Art and Mimi Brotherton are siblings and housemates. Since their parents tragically died they have been there for each other. Art is a mathematical genius - probably on the spectrum - and Mimi has devoted herself to looking after him. He shines academically whilst she hides her light under the domestic bushel.

It is smart, intelligent, funny, heartbreaking and warm in an indescribable way. It is awkward, deliberately so, when you have siblings, suffering and dealing, albeit differently, from abandonment. Is it perceived though? Most compelling, though, is how Gnodde creates such compelling and complex characters that you are left constantly wanting to know what happens next as the mystery unfolds. I read the book in three sittings!! Finally, Gnodde writes an ending that beautifully pulls everything together - it’s fantastically satisfying.Is he dead?” she hears herself say. “My brother. He’s dead, right?” The room dissolves into strips that are floating away, nothing has substance, light swallows matter. Special thanks to NetGalley and the publisher for a free, electronic ARC of this novel received in exchange for an honest review. If I had to give one more criticism, it would be that the perspective of who was narrating seemed to change constantly, with no indication of it changing until you were already confused.

Meet Art and Mimi Brotherton. Devoted siblings and housemates, they’re bound together by the tragic death of their parents. Mathematical genius Art relies on logic, while Mimi prefers to follow her heart. His is a world of rarefied mathematical theorising, a place where logic rules and there is nothing that can’t be solved with calm, deductive reasoning, an approach to life that surely can’t be applied to something as wildly impulsive and chemistry-driven as falling in love.Small ish,” corrects PC Payne. “He’s badly hurt.” The driver of the car stopped, Mimi learns, and is very shaken up. Art’s unconscious—he caught the side or the wing mirror, they’re not sure which, and hit his head. He leaped out in front of the car, apparently, with no warning.