THE EVERLASTING is Being Made Into a Netflix Series and More SFF News 

According to an article in Variety, “ eternal If the series is ordered, it will join Netflix’s book series. the queen’s gambit, bridgerton and leave the world behind”

Read an excerpt from Even after I die, I still dream of electric sheep. Written by Paul Tremblay!

New on shelves this week is a sci-fi thriller Even after I die, I still dream of electric sheep. The cross-genre encounter between Paul Tremblay and Philip K. DickBarneys on the weekends A near-future story filled with technology, video games, AI, and nightmares.

If you haven’t picked up the book yet, you can read a short excerpt below and the entire excerpt on PEOPLE. Even after I die, I still dream of electric sheep. Written by Paul Tremblay, released by William Morrow on June 30, 2026.

Now, the second-to-last thing in the world she wants to do is patiently talk to her mogul mom once again about what’s going on, and how, 13 months after Julia graduated from a small, expensive, local (Janice’s word, mustard with contempt) university with an unrealistic (Janice’s word) degree in communications and film studies.

Julia video call. She wants Janice to see how tired and frustrated she is.

Janice answers. She is a Caucasian woman in her early 50s with Mediterranean skin. She has dark but gray hair tied into a ponytail. Large blue-light blocking glasses weigh heavily on the bridge of her narrow nose. She wears expensive workout gear and sits at a large desk in an even larger office. The large windows behind her glow with the glow of San Francisco. Office lighting will be dimmed until sunset. Julia knows that the office is a sunset setting because Janice showed her all the settings. “Desert Sky” was the brightest.

“My talented daughter called me from the Lizard Lounge,” says Janice. Janice’s use of “talented” in place of other adjectives means “lack of ambition” or “unfocused” or anything else prefixed with “not”. She wouldn’t have minded being called a hard worker, but in Janice’s mind, no one works harder or longer than she does, and in her calculations, Julia’s 60-plus hours a week at two low-paying jobs can’t really be hard work.

Julia said, “I’d rather be in the lounge than in the office on a Sunday night.”

“Trust me, I’d rather be home, but…” She shrugged and looked around the office, not finishing her thought yet.

Julia finishes for her. “Isn’t free capitalism waiting for women?”

“I guess that’s what it means.”

“Is there anyone else?”

“It’s just the security guard and me,” she smiles. It’s sad and honest.