So, a few weeks back I was reading Michael Flynn’s excellent Firestar, well past the midway point, and I had to stop for reasons that are not clear even to me. Maybe it’s the deep suspicion, based on Flynn’s previous books and a few broad hints in the text, that one or more beloved characters are going to get killed off. Sure, the central characters have to survive, at least some of them, because this is a series. Maybe nobody dies, dunno. Maybe this isn’t even the reason I stopped. But for whatever reason, I’ll have to finish it up in a bit, when things calm down.
Meanwhile, did read – for the first time, I’ll sheepishly admit – War of the Worlds and The Time Machine by H. G. Wells. They also were emotionally tough, although it is Wells’ grim view of humanity that makes them so. Even then, he understands his readers enough not to end the stories on utter downbeats. WotW is positively cheery, by the end. They are also very short by modern novel standards.
Don’t know how I managed not to have read them in the past – I think we have more than one copy of them. But I’d rather think I skipped them than to think I’d read such memorable books and yet failed to remember them.
Also reading the Ballad of the White Horse, another work I’ve inexplicably failed to read by now. I’m thinking it should be the official epic poem of the Sad Puppies. I’m carefully searching for any references to cheese – nothing so for.
On the ‘Life’ side of the equation, if you are the praying type, please pray for my eldest sister, Annette, who is in the hospital after a series of strokes.
Plan to return to reporting on education history, skewering Science! ™, and reviewing books shortly.