It was pretty good, but not as great as I was led to believe. It may just be I’m getting bored with all the books that have telepathy in them, though. Ah well, enjoyable all the same.

I enjoyed this book. My favorite stories were Mazes and Intracom, and there were none I disliked. This is a library book, and will be keeping my eye out for a used copy to add to my growing collection.

Too similar to fantasy for me. I would have known if the book had had the cover shown, but mine had an alternate cover. A decent book, though, and great for easing someone into science fiction.

Very convincing, and I especially liked the idea of the Fans.

I did not like this because the documentary was more about the guy than the parrots. Also, I definitely don’t think those birds were wild; just pets with big cages. I thought this would be about observing a flock from afar with binoculars, not about pets taken inside when sick and handfed.

I really like Atwood’s style of writing; the way she makes a book so interesting and detailed while relatively few things actually happen. That makes it sound boring, but it really isn’t.

Near the beginning I thought this book wouldn’t be worth reading, as the writing seemed average and the plot formulaic. However, it was interesting enough for me to finish. Nothing really distinguishing about it.

The only difficulty I had while reading this book was my inability to distinguish between the ships. For some reason I had trouble remembering who was who, which didn’t help me appreciate the storyline as much as I could have.

Spoiler:

Again, a great book that disappoints me with transcendental or inane parts to make it seem meaningful (or something).

The main character in this book, when about to be killed, attains satori, or enlightenment, allowing her to connect telepathically with anyone, despite her not having the symbiote that supposedly allows telepathy. She becomes able to repair her body rapidly, and moves with superhuman speed to kill her captor by snatching his poisoned dart out of the air and shoving it down his throat (!). It was an exciting, realistic, reasonable book until this scene. Sorry for complaining; it was predominantly a good book.

It is a good book, but it annoyed me at times with parts such as this:

“I believe The Gap is made up of all of the places where no one is, of all the sights no one sees. It comes from silence, and lack, and the deleted and unread; it is the gap between what you want and what you have, between love and affection, between hope and truth. It’s the place where crooked cues come from, and it’s the answer to a question: Does a tree exist when there’s no one there to perceive it?”