![]() "I did not have much in common with the cooks. 'Mmmm!' we would say, 'That's good shit.' And we would all be perfectly happy and immortal, like yeast." We would just hover in our self-contained envelopes producing everything we need and eating our own shit. If they weren't, power couldn't get swapped back and forth. Here's three of my favorite snarky quotations, which I couldn't resist including here (I marked a lot more of them, but the others are too long for me to want to type them out): This is the kind of book I will think about long after finishing and probably read again, to catch all the nuances I missed the first time around. ![]() There were just too many sharp, wry, observant passages I was marking off with sticky notes to stop reading, and I'm glad that the story ends on a quietly hopeful note. I don't normally enjoy reading such sad stories, and I can't really say I enjoyed this one. ![]() Still, if it wasn't for Woolston's writing, I never would have gotten past the first 90 pages. Also, I love a non-linear, character-driven story, so the structure and the voice held me through the rough patches. ![]() Okay, this won me over - just when I got so fed up with the relentlessly sad life the narrator, Loa, is living (seriously, I just about lost it when the dog dies in the story), things start to improve for her yes, it improves slowly, and it's only a little bit, a glimmer, but that's realistic and doesn't undercut all of the reasons for her PTSD and depression. ![]()
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