Century Rain

Century Rain by Alastair Reynolds


My rating: 3 of 5 stars
Half nanotech posthuman twenty-third century space opera, half alternate history 1959 with no World War II Parisian noir detective story.

Cool in concept, limp in execution. Ham-handed character work, kind of plodding in places, even as the cool skiffy ideas keep coming. Reynolds can do better. But enough about that, let’s talk about me!

I am so pleased to have read a book that didn’t actively piss me off, I’m feeling quite beneficent over here. That, and not coincidentally, my pain levels have precipitously dropped in the past few days. (Seriously, it was the retina with less scar tissue this time, but I swear to God I could feel it throbbing in my jaw). But now it is over, and this book was inoffensively entertaining, so it’s getting an extra star from me. Extra stars for everyone!

Someday I really need to glance back through the last half dozen or so books that collectively left me hostile. I think they’ll still all piss me off, but there was an awful lot of ow going on there, so you never know.

Yay proper blood flow! Yay books! Yay stars! Yay Goodreads!

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