The cover for Cuckoo’s Egg is beautiful. It perfectly captures the essence of the book. It shows Duun, cradling Thorn as a baby. Between the artwork and back cover we already know it’s about an alien culture meeting human, however it’s the way it intersects, how the story is told which is very beautiful.
Despite all that was happening, I still managed to read some great books in March and one of them naturally took the top spot. My book of the month went to the advance review copy of Corporate Gunslinger: A Novel by Doug Engstrom. It was a compelling read about a world quite similar to this one: inequalities in our society and crushing debt, how very timely
I haven’t read Whipping Star in about 15 years. But on picking it up I immediately remembered chairdogs, float homes and stage frozen Pan Spechi and what these terms meant. Perhaps because they’re descriptive as well as inventive is why they are still memorable for me.
Who Goes Here? is funny, that has to be mentioned first. Not that you wouldn’t have noticed as it permeates the whole book: the characters, dialogue and situations are humorous and well articulated. But before you get the wrong idea, this isn’t a gagged filled romp with set pieces.
February was incredibly busy and made me face the realisation that as much as I love reading actual books, I don’t have the capacity to actually read them. I struggled to read six paperbacks, only getting around to two of my eagerly anticipated science fiction re-reads.
Please read this book, even you think these themes are not for you because it’s not just about those themes, it about excellent writing, real personalities which live off the page and the feeling of well being that remains with you for a long time after reading it,
It was a grueling week of back to back terror, fraught emotion and highs and lows. Naturally, as a fan of such things, I would do it again in a heartbeat.
Reading Swan Song is an arduous task, not because it’s almost a thousand pages long, its post-apocalyptic setting or horror aspects but because it breaks your heart to experience the survivors journey in a destroyed world
Do we embrace our destiny, our very nature and define it for ourselves or does destiny control us? Are we like pollen in the wind directed against our will with no influence to bear? And if the latter then what next?
In secondary school, I was expanding my scope and luckily enough to have an English teacher who took an interest in my interests.