Two notes: First, I’m not interested in having the “fat = unhealthy” argument in the comments. BTDT. If you’re the type of person “worried” about fat people’s health, I know. Keep it to yourself, kthx. Second, this is apparently the year of reading books that heavily feature “the F-word” and I swear there was a book out there somewhere about that word in particular that I should probably find, buy, and close the year out by reviewing. (And now, some filler to keep the stuff behind the “more” cut actually off the feed of people reading this in […]
“I miss the days when all I had to worry about was that strange citrus smell from deck B.” (Kindle location 476) If you haven’t read Terminal Alliance, the first book in the series, be aware that this review will contain spoilers for that book. The short version is: If you like any of: comedy, scifi, “humans are space orcs”, zombies, and warmongering space-wasp lawyers, you’ll like this series. And if you don’t like any of those things, you might give it a try anyway.
This book has many of the things I love: Steampunk, electricity, Spring-heeled Jack, werewolves, a mystery, time-travel affecting the present, and the implication of liminal space. It also has a glowing recommendation from Michael Moorcock on the back. Note to self: Do not buy any other book Michael Moorcock likes.
I received this book in 2015. The fact that I haven’t read it until now says far more about the depth of my “to be read” pile than it does the quality of this novel. I promise you that.
“It’s no good hating them. They can’t feel it, and it will only make you bitter.” — p. unknown
The last two-book review I wrote was compare and contrast, because the material in each book related to the other book. This time, not so much: one is non-fiction, and one is fiction, and without performing some mental calisthenics at a level I’m not willing to do right now I don’t think I could write a unified review.
I really rather wish this book had been written back when I was in my late teens, so the girl-I-was could have been reassured that she wasn’t alone.
The What If of this book can be summed up as: What if Mystery, Inc., had actually tangled with chthonic beasts and didn’t realize it until their mid-twenties? What I thought of Meddling Kids? Well, that’s a bit of a mystery, too.