A Memory Called Empire is by far the cleverest and poignant debut I have had the pleasure of reading.  It’s the type of read that leaves you trying to find the remnants of your scrambled brain.  Your senses are scattered, the books only made it through by the skin of its teeth – you gripped it so hard, it’s in danger of being strangled! In order to love a book, you need something that speaks straight to your heart, it drew out unbreakable connections, the electricity snapping between us.  The book feels like a breathing entity, it knows how you tick, how you operate and moulds itself into everything you…