If you loved how Tom Hazard’s story jumps from Elizabethan London to Jazz Age Paris to modern-day classrooms, you’ll click with the looping structure of Life After Life. Like Tom’s fragmented memories and the way Shakespeare or Fitzgerald appear as touchstones, Ursula’s many-lived episodes gradually reveal who she is and what choices mean across history. It’s the same mosaic feeling of time’s drift—only here every return reframes the whole life, the way Tom’s flashbacks keep reframing his present.

Tom’s centuries of wandering—his run-ins with famous figures, his lonely stretches between Rose and Camille—echo in Addie’s long life, bargained into existence and stretched across 300 years. If the poignancy of Tom playing piano in 1920s Paris and teaching history in the present moved you, Addie’s brushes with artists, cities, and memory will, too. Both books linger on what it costs to endure while everyone else moves on.

Tom hides behind aliases per Hendrich’s rules, shedding identities to survive. Replay taps the same compulsion to start over: Jeff Winston repeatedly relives his life, trying on new selves and moral paths. If Tom’s tug-of-war between the Albatross Society’s edicts and his own conscience gripped you, Jeff’s evolving sense of self—and what truly matters across repeated lifetimes—will resonate.

If Tom and Rose’s decades-crossed love—and his tentative, tender connection with Camille—hooked you, The Time Traveler’s Wife offers that same bittersweet pull. Henry’s uncontrollable time slips crash into Clare’s linear life, creating the kind of longing and logistical heartbreak Tom faces when his lifespan outpaces everyone he loves. It’s romantic, aching, and deeply human in the face of an impossible clock.

Tom’s Albatross Society—and Hendrich’s manipulative protection racket—has a sharp parallel in the Cronus Club that guides and governs people who live their lives over and over. If the cloak-and-dagger recruiting, the rules for survival, and Tom’s moral unease compelled you, Harry’s encounters with his own clandestine network will hit that same nerve—plus the thrill of history viewed from the inside.