Twenty-Fifteen: I’m doing something I’ve been putting off for far too long. I’m getting serious about reading, again. I’ve dusted off my paperbacks and charged up my Kindle. It’s time to take the time to feed my poor television-adled brain with a selection of healthy, nourishing fiction. So, read on, little brain. Read on. We’re going Book to the Future!
I’ve been enjoying this one. No, really getting-into-it-kind-of-enjoying it.
Maybe it’s the swtich back to some good old hard science fiction. Perhaps it the witty first person narrative driven by a character who is a wry old man plunked into the body of a genetically engineered super-soldier. Or maybe it’s the quick pace and action-driven, pulp-novel antics of the easy plot.
Anyhow, I like it. Casually, like it. The same way I like ginger beef. I know it’s not the healthiest choice I could make, but it’s just so darn good.
There are not a ton of surprises. I’ve officially breached the halfway point of the novel and the plot has accelerated into a bloodbath gallop of interstellar military proportions. Super soldiers (I mentioned that already) equipped with in-skull brain computers and epic, super guns battling wild and unpredictable aliens for planetary frontier territory.
The twists, and I’ll spare too much of a spoiler, pop up every other chapter or so, and have been mostly predictable. I’m open to the possibility of an Ender’s Game-style brainbuster at the end of the book, or thereabouts, but I won’t be disappointed if one doesn’t make an appearance. It’s a good, light read so far either way.