So, I loved this. Loved, loved, loved it. Loved it so much that I am rereading it.
On the surface, one might think that it is run-of-the-mill SciFi. But, it's so much more than that. This poor guy gets stranded on Mars and he makes the best of it. Truly. It's depressing and lonely and scary and colder than Chicago in March, but he really never lets himself get discouraged. Mark Watney is funny and profane and smarter than hell. He makes McGyver look like an idiot. I don't know if the science checks out, because I'm not that much of a nerd, but it feels very believable. And, he is exactly the sort of guy that I would want to be trapped in a bad situation with.
And, if Andy Weir ever comes to ORD, I will fawn all over him like a raving fangirl.
“This taut, cerebral debut thriller introduces readers to the only kind of alien we have yet to encounter: ourselves. Astronaut Mark Watney is mistakenly left for dead on Mars when his mission companions flee a violent wind storm. His mental and physical struggles to survive are a crash course in botany, mechanics, and the will to endure. This is the compelling space saga that you didn't know you had been waiting for!”
— Zack Ruskin, Book Passage, San Francisco, CA