TJ has always been a talented poet and his passion for film taught me that he loves a good story. So when I heard he was releasing his first fiction novel, I had to score a copy. I never do well at comparing books to books, I tend to use a broader range of pop culture and life experience to reflect on stories. I’d personally describe his new release as the love child of Stephen King and Quentin Tarantino, albeit with more reasonable dialogue, and the cussing (mostly) stripped away. This is a great example of how telling a linear story, in a non linear way, can hook a reader and pull them deeper. With the turn of each page I was gutted further and further while we explore the history of what we’d just seen in the previous chapter, it’s a pattern that repeats in minor ways throughout the book, foreshadowing the way it will come together in the end. The writing is simple, it’s very often tell instead of show, but done in a manner that kept me engaged and hooked for the two days it took me to devour it. Every time I had to put it down I was irritated that I hadn’t yet learned what TJ had in store in the pages ahead. It hurt me in a few places, and I couldn’t see everything coming, which as someone who dissects every story I encounter as I go through it, usually predicting every next step, is the highest compliment I can give. Without giving away any spoilers, this book will pull you into something painful, fluid and surreal, where sadness is made beautiful, and one where you feel as though disaster may be only a few page turns away. If you’re looking for something that breaks the formulas you’re used to, and something you never expected, I’d recommend Timeless Gardens and Other Beautiful Miseries.