"Aren't you glad cars were invented?"
"Well, given that I haven't known a world without cars in it, I can only speculate whether the world is a better place with or without their having been invented. My personal happiness aside."
"Does that mean you're glad they were invented?"
"Consider what would exist if cars hadn't been invented. Maybe we would all have hoverboards instead."
"What's a hoverboard?"
"A skateboard that floats in the air."
"It wouldn't work in winter."
"How do you know? Do you have a hoverboard?"
"I don't have a hoverboard."
"So how do you know they don't work in winter? Maybe they have some kind of anti-snow repellant thing."
"You'd be cold!"
"Why? Hoverboards could have heaters."
"No, they couldn't."
"Well, how are cars heated?"
"I don't know."
"With heaters and from the engine's excess heat. Hoverboards could do that, too."
"But you would crash!"
"Why would I crash? I haven't crashed the car. Why would I crash my hoverboard?"
"You'd get hurt if you crashed."
"Maybe the hoverboard is covered in one giant airbag that would turn into a giant hamster ball if you crashed."
"Does this mean you're glad cars were invented?"
"It must be strange talking with something you made. Something you shaped, molded, created."
Wow, a book that isn't part of a series, doesn't have a lead character named Harry, and wasn't read in 3 days. Go me.
There exists a particular style of book in which nothing particularly exciting happens, the plot plods along, and the reader is supposed to, I don't know, bond with a character or two in the book. The Shipping News had this feel to it, as did Her Fearful Symmetry. The plot just sorta goes along, lives intertwine, foreshadowing is explained, and details planted in one spot reveal their nature in another.
In yet another post-apocalyptic world (I swear, I've been on a the-world-is-going-to-end-kick as of late), 99% of the people die, with it taking 20 years before a power grid will come back on and life can resume. Of course, there's the bad people and the good people in the book. Mostly, there are people trying to survive, some trying to remember, some trying to forget, everyone learning something new about people.
This book was far more positive about the end of the world than Wool was. With the plot jumping back and forth among various timelines, how clever that so many lives were intertwined in a way that belies believability, even as it possibly delights the author.
It's a mostly-good book, if you like the plodding, nothing really happens, life can still be interesting, sort of plot. If you like something to happen (12% more plot!), eh, go read something else.
THAT all said, I did make a couple notes of in the book.
"It's like the corporate world is full of ghosts... Adulthood is full of ghosts... I'm talking about these people who ended up in one life, instead of another and they are just so disappointed... They've done what's expected of them. They want to do something different, but it's impossible now. There's a mortgage, kids, whatever."
"You don't think he likes his job?"
"Correct. But I don't think he even realizes it. You probably encounter people like him all the time: high-functioning sleep walkers, essentially."
Okay, book eight of the Longmire series. While I thought I might be growing tired of reading these straight through, I was mistaken. The books are entertaining reads. The wit is great, though less of it in this one. The plot was clever in that the original murder was, then wasn't, then maybe was, a murder.
And gosh golly a crap tonne of people die in this series. Upside, at least this wasn't actually IN Longmire's county. That's the only upside.
This book has the introduction of another strong female lead, which is amusing in some sense, not so amusing in another. That "another" being the case where, well, in future books there are sure to be annoying tug-o-wars over Longmire, full of discomfort.
This book also reminds us of previous foreshadowing of not-so-great-things happening to Cady, also in future books.
Fortunately, those are in future books. This one was totally entertaining, and, for once, Walt didn't freeze something off or collect another crazy injury. Yay!
Unrelated to the book, HEY! Look! I'm in the second half of my goal of reading 52 books this year, and it's only week 13th, still the first quarter of the year. Yay!
him1: "I did my due diligence."
me: "Uh oh. Does that mean you googled me?"
him1: "Yes, I did. Man, you are prolific! You're everywhere on the net!"
me: «I think my standards are off.»
me: "Prolific, eh?"
him1: "Yes! You write a lot."
As I'm taking a picture of something interesting:
me: "Oooooooo! I'm totally going to blog about this."
him2: "You still blog?"