A good friend recommended The Martian just before I started seeing advertisements for the movie.
It's a good, suspenseful novel with a likable narrator. It was clearly written with a movie adaptation in mind, and sometimes that bothers me just a little bit but not enough to spoil the experience.
I would hate to put together a dresser or any kind of furniture with Mark Watney. He would probably end up figuring out a way to use fake wood and plastic into a universal translator or a water reclaimer. And I'd just be sitting there, moping, like, "Dude, I just want somewhere to put my Hulk statue."
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