Alyse
Virgina Hall is one of the most amazing people who has ever lived. This is not open to debate. The book itself is very well researched if not particularly well written, but thats ok because...well...Virginia Hall
I'll read pretty much any spy story a hammer and sickle on the cover, but this was silly. And the dialogue was horrible
I don't know how I felt about this. There wasn't really anything that I actively disliked, but there also wasn't much that drew me in and made me care about what was happening. I did like the take on the mind/body problem (although by the end it was taken to a rather absurd extreme) and I appreciated the complexity of the world that was created with this unique take on an old troupe. But I finished this about ten minutes ago, and I've already forgotten and stopped caring about almost everything that happened.
I think I read this book at one point, but I don't remember a single thing about it. That's how good it was.
As always, Reynolds puts the science back in science fiction, passes the Bechdel test like a champ, and does some strange things with semi colons
Voyager, if Voyager had dealt with real science and if it had focused on the intricacies of Janeway and B'elanna's relationship as they vied for power and colonized a bizarre alien planet
Alternates between clever and silly. Lacks the awe and wonder I'm drawn to in sci-fi, and the world building stalls out pretty early on. But it mostly kept my attention.
Forsyth as his best–perfectly convoluted plot, intricately intertwined subplots, insane amounts of characters, and an amazing ending
I can't believe I didn't finish a book partially about Alan Turning. But I got 300 pages in and there was absolutely no plot, just a bunch of desperate attempts at humor
Ender is a tool. And all the female characters (even the AI) are insanely neurotic, the sort who go off to weep whenever anything starts happening or who freaking plan some convoluted horrible fake marriage instead of actually doing research to solve the initial problem. And no one can get set right without the help of magic Ender, who is more or less Dr. House without the charm or intelligence. Also, it's weird reading a book that goes on endless, preachy rants about pro-tolerance and anti-Catholicism when it's written by a homophobic Mormon who seems to be kinda ok with spousal abuse.
For someone with such a fascinating life he sure goes off on a lot of boring tangents
Just once, I'd like a character in a Connie Willis book to go back in time and not spend all their time worrying about altering the past