I was so afraid to read this. It is Sir Terry's last work, and the last we will learn of wonderful, beloved, human Tiffany Aching and her steading, her story, her universe. It could be more perfect but it is perfect enough. The book is dedicated to Esme Weatherwax, and she is as she would be and as she is needed to be, and so I say, Terry: same to you, thank you, thank you, thank you.
I'm very impressed with cover designer CS Richardson, whose twist on quintessential American Dream Novel THE GREAT GATSBY's classic cover is just perfect for a post-civilization set in and around the "egg" compound where Oryx and Crake did their work. The future/present of said American Dream as depicted in MADDADDAM ("some of us will survive, and our coffee substitute is made from dandelion roots") is quite an "orgasmic future", which will indeed bear us back "ceaselessly to the past".
Teachers convince a shy young student that she has worth and can shine onstage. Whatever, you only think I'm crying because I have tears in my eyes.
The night bookmobile is bigger on the inside! It does get tragic and metaphysical. Want more in The Library series!
Make sure to read the forward on the inside front cover, otherwise Cynical Adult Reader might be disgruntled.
This book was published in 1954 and is about all two billion people in the world doing the same thing at once. It has a moral, too.
Stephen Baxter rivals George R.R. Martin as a cynical bastard who kills everyone horribly in an accurate reflection of how humans are. Though this third installment of the Northland trilogy dragged more than the previous two.
What's the point of being "inspired by" and named for anything if it is this dull and doesn't take advantage of the myriad allusion joke opportunities? It's making me so angry I want to stab it and bury it under the floorboards (ok, so not EVERY opportunity was missed. Fine. I'll begrudge another star).