Showing posts with label southern fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label southern fiction. Show all posts

Sunday, April 24, 2011

CREWKIN

CREWKIN is a space opera novel by Rhobin L. Courtright. The heroine, Renna, is bred specifically to work on long-haul spaceships where the crews go months, even years, in space isolation. When her ship is destroyed, the surviving crewkin are encouraged to commit suicide rather than try to live as norms (normal people). Renna is the only one to refuse. And now she can never work as a crewkin again.

So she signs on with a short-haul spaceship and tries hard to fit in with the rag-tag norms who mistrust crewkin. But the cargo they're carrying is an engine more advanced than any other spaceship engine ever conceived. An engine capable of thrusting deeper into space in a fraction of the time regular engines need. An engine with its own intelligence.

And though they don't know it, this advanced engine they're transporting is the very same engine that destroyed Renna's old ship.

HAL in 2001 was scary, but this engine is something else! It can do everything including rebuilding the ship!

Pacing is good, characters maybe not quite developed enough, but overall, a really good book! Anybody who likes SF will like it.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

SAVING CEECEE HONEYCUTT

It's been too cold to get out. The only thing good about the weather is that it gives me a great excuse for reading. Hurray for the weather!!!

So I just finished SAVING CEECEE HONEYCUTT by Beth Hoffman and thoroughly enjoyed it.

Some might think it a rather fluffy book. While a lot of incidents in CeeCee's mentally disturbed mother's life are recounted, they're glossed over. Which is fine with me. I don't like wallowing in depression and mental illness.

But once CeeCee's mother dies and she's sent to live with a great aunt in Savannah, her life seems to be one long fairy tale. Or a least a series of interesting vignettes. Not much happens as she struggles to blend in with her new family and quirky neighbors. (One bathes in an outside bathtub; one is having an affair with a law enforcement man and slips on a slug during a carousal and is concussed and has to go to the hospital sans clothes.)

It's nice southern fiction. No magical realism, just plain speaking. But the thing that sets it apart is the voice. As you read, you can hear the twelve-year-old CeeCee talking. You even think you know her.

And that's what makes this a really good read.