Room 138 by Armand Rosamilia and Jay Wilburn
Why is he disconnected from time? Why can't he remember his own past? How can he make it stop?
Room 138 is a remarkable sci-fi adventure mystery in the most untraditional way. This captivating novel takes readers on a fast-paced journey across time.
All the answers are found in Room 138, but danger is all around and time is running out.
Jay Wilburn and Armand Rosamilia have outdone themselves with their most creative and intriguing novel yet. Unravel the mystery of Room 138.
What an incredible read! The plot sucked me in right away, and the story unfolded in subtle and unexpected ways. I hope these two do more sci-fi works like this- excellent and among the best books of 2021!
Wilburn and Rosamilia together weave a disorienting tale. The individual narrative threads that make up Room 138 are as difficult to follow and keep straight for the reader as they are for our confused, terrified, and often paranoid protagonist, Hank Smith. It's hard to blame Hank for feeling paranoid, though. Waking up in a recently vacated hotel/motel room in a new year and a new city from where you'd gone to sleep would do that to a person. Just trying to imagine that life, where the month and date on the calendar keeps marching forward, while the year dances around to a tune you can't quite hear...it's enough to give someone a headache. With no recollection of who he really is, no concept of how long he's been doing this same thing, and without the foggiest notion of why he's even doing it...Hank keeps searching for abstract clues that he hopes will lead him to the next Room 138 and some illumination for the regions of his memory that remain in shadows. If that sounds confusing to you, you're in precisely the right state of mind to begin reading Room 138. It's a book that is equal parts a thriller, a science fiction fantasy, and a feverish, internalized mystery...but it's so much more than those individual components. It's probably a good time to climb aboard and allow Mr. Train to guide you down the rails at breakneck speeds until the view beyond the window becomes nothing more than a peculiar blur of familiar objects twisted into alien shapes.