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Wilders, by Charlotte Earth. Book 1 in the Project Earth series. 1/5 stars.

This was a bad book.

I didn't think it was written very well, it introduced plot elements that didn't feel well-thought out, and the characters were bad, but that's not what I want to talk about. I want to talk about two things -- one relatively minor, one overwhelmingly major.

The relatively minor thing is our protagonist, Coryn, who spends the vast, vast, vast majority of the book eighteen years old but conducts herself in a manner more fitting a twelve-year-old. While I don't think Young Adult books should be separated from everything else with fences and torches and knives or whatever -- my library puts Marie Brennan and N.K. Jemisin in with fiction, and tear down all genres, I say -- it bugged me because she was written so young despite being pitched as older. I have a nineteen-year-old niece, and she would not be all wide-eyed and saying "silly robot" every third word. I have a seven-year-old niece who wouldn't do that! And while everyone is different, and this is a more speculative setting, I can't wrap my brain around that. I can't get with a young adult being written like a young child, while not being treated as one by the story. It was bad. Don't do it.

The worst part about this book is the entire premise, which is that Lou and Coryn, our sisters, are orphaned when their parentsare killed. There's special mention of how much blood there was. I kept reading because that's a premise -- who killed their parents? What did they know? Did The City silence them? 

Nah.

They committed suicide. Messy Mortal-Kombat-uppercut suicide, all over the house, so their daughters could discover it later along with the cops. They committed suicide because they were depressed. The girls blame the city, because this big Vancouver/Seattle hybrid uses people and traps them or whatever, ignoring what's going on in nature, and Lou wants to get back to nature so she leaves and Coryn just wants to find her and help, and blah blah blah fuck that noise. I read like 60% of this book before skimming, and as far as I can tell, they actually committed suicide, and the parents are not important for the book. They're killed to get them out of the way, like how every young adventurer is an orphan so you don't have to worry about parents worrying about their kids. Just kill 'em! So much easier. But suicide? Don't use depression and suicide as your hamfisted way to write your story about nature. Fuck that, and fuck this book.

The Burning Page, by Genevieve Cogman. Book 3 of The Invisible Library series. 4/5 stars.

I really liked this! I'm really into all of our recurring characters in this series -- Irene, Kai, Vale, Silver (I think Silver is compelling and also terrible and he should be onscreen more often so I can hate him), and while I think I like the promise of Alberich more than the execution thus far, I want to know what his actual deal is. If I could fantasy-book what I want to have happen from here, I'd really love to see some setting stretching happening. I want to see more of Kai's home world, or something that's not a throwback to the turn of the 20th century in setting. I want Librarians running through Android: Netrunner is what I'm saying. I want weird near-future or, I don't know, the Library of Alexandria, or something in Atlantis. If we're not going to hang out in London the whole time (a big reason why I didn't like Book Two as much is that I didn't want to leave Vale and London behind), I want to get somewhere strange.

If this doesn't end with our trio going full Serafina, too, I'm gonna be bummed.

Pawn, by Timothy Zahn. Book #1 of the Sibyl's War. 1/5 stars.

Maybe try next time, Zahn. You didn't care and I could tell. 

Also never write people with drug problems again, you're bad at it.

Thrawn, by Timothy Zahn. Book #1 of Star Wars: Thrawn. 3/5 stars.

Let me lead off with this: This book was fine. It was good. It wasn't great, it wasn't exceptional, it was fine. It told a pretty good story, Thrawn's a very compelling character, and so on. 

This was so disappointing, and I'm going to break it down into four separate categories.

Remix

When Disney bought Lucasfilm, they made the decision to purge all of the pre-existing Expanded Universe out of Star Wars, reducing Star Wars to the core movies and that alone (I believe). I read a book with evil space Jedi witches and another one with psionic conversations with a sarlacc, so it's not like it was the wrong decision, but here's where it gets weird.

Some elements of the original EU were incredibly well-received by fans, and the Heir to the Empire series, by Timothy Zahn, was almost universally beloved. Set six years after Return of the Jedi, these books were written to be the next Star Wars trilogy, showing the difficulties of the New Republic establishing control in the galaxy after the destruction of the second Death Star and the Emperor, and how the fragmented Empire still tried to hang on. Then there's this alien, calling himself Grand Admiral Thrawn, and he's amassing a force beyond all understanding, and he's an incredible tactician, always one step ahead, and our heroes have to team up with more bounty hunters with hilarious names (Talon Karrde, I love you and you're so dumb), and it's just all lovely. I really like this series, and it's full of new memorable characters (Thrawn, Winter, Pallaeon, Rukh, Karrde, Mara Jade) that slide in perfectly alongside Han, Leia, Luke, and the droids. It's just lovely.

Disney made Thrawn canon in Star Wars: Rebels. He's here now. But all that stuff there can't fit, so he has to have a new story.

How hard must it be to reintroduce a character you've already introduced, but do it in a different but also familiar way, but still be enough of the same where everyone recognizes it? Different, but not too different? All the same character traits, but a different background, but only a little different? It's like... it's like respecing a character halfway through an RPG, but changing your backgrounds and maybe one skill. It's so, so weird.

Behind the Wall

There's a Sherlock Holmes story that's from his point of view. In it, Holmes laments that he has to tell this story, because he cannot perform the wizardry Watson uses to hide the truth until the most dramatic moment. Since Holmes is a colossal dick, it's always stuck with me, because it's praise for Watson.

Sir Terry Pratchett's Watch novels will dip into many characters' heads -- primarily Vimes, but Cheery, Angua, Fred, Nobby, Cuddy, and more all get bits from their points of view. The character that gets this the least, though, is Carrot, because Carrot Ironfoundersson is this smiling steel trap of a man who surely cannot be that kind and generous and nice and crafty. Multiple characters wonder about the wall behind Carrot's eyes, and how they don't know what's behind it.

That's Thrawn, to me. I don't want to spend time in his head and find out that he looks at this bit of history in this species' art, and how when they only show this type of person in this type of setting they're actually going to do this. I want to want to spend time in his head when his plan goes off perfectly, Pallaeon is gobsmacked, and Thrawn calmly says that if you study their art, you study the people, and leave it at that.

Don't show me the magic trick. Don't let me humanize him. Keep him impossible and incomprehensible and this great ideal. Keep him mysterious.

Thrawn is one of the three viewpoint characters in this book, and while one good thing comes out of it -- chapters from his point of view have italicized descriptions of people's faces and gestures, and it's Thrawn filing away physical tics for emotions because he doesn't know humans -- I think the lost mystique is too much.

Empty Calories

Viewpoint character Eli Vanto is the most nothingburger of a character I've ever read. Eli's entire character is that he speaks a yokel language and then hangs out with Thrawn, like Rob Schneider to Thrawn's Adam Sandler. He takes zero actions and exhibits zero character traits throughout the story. At one point someone tries to get him upset that he doesn't get to be his own man and instead he just follows Thrawn around, and he's like 'nah it's cool.' He exists, as far as I can tell, to give Thrawn someone dumb so Thrawn can tell him what he's doing, so that years later he can tell someone else that Thrawn is smart. There's this attempt near the end of the book to say that Vanto's becoming this great strategist who can also see what's happening, and that he's got all this potential, but none of it works because he never makes his own plan or takes a single action. He is the most passive character, and it's not even that things are happening to him because he's not making things happen, it's that things are happening to the guy standing next to him.

Eli Vanto sucks and if he's the big hope for the Chiss, like the end of the book pretends, the Chiss are fucked.

Hallway Monitors


I've read three-and-a-half of the new Star Wars books. I thought Claudia Gray's Lost Stars was great. I thought Chuck Wendig's Aftermath was ass. I thought Claudia Gray's Bloodline might have been fine but I couldn't care for some reason. And then this. My main takeaway from the ones I've read, though, is that they're very formulaic, and that Disney feels like they have tight control over what's happening. 

Original characters related to important Star Wars events.
A character from the pre-existing canon showing up. (Aftermath gets Wedge Antilles, Thrawn has Wulf Yularen, and Lost Stars has Mon Mothma)
An unhealthy obsession with the Death Star (it's a focal point in Aftermath, that Rogue One movie is all about it, and Thrawn has a blisteringly boring throughline about a metal being diverted to a project that is far too big for any shipyard)
Nothing happens to make you look at existing events any differently.

In the original Zahn series, he created entire elements of the Star Wars mythos. Nothing here felt like that. It all felt familiar and safe, like he could tell any story that was in this incredibly narrow hallway that Disney laid out for him, and he couldn't deviate from the hallway. Stay in your lane, Timothy Zahn.

This could have been so much better, and it was before, and I don't think there's any getting around that problem.
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And now, THE BEST BOOKS. These are the best books that have ever existed. You can put them in a museum! These are the five best books (that I have read [and liked {at the time of this post (based on my wholly personal and oft-unreasonable standards)}]).

With no further ado, THE BEST

The fifth best book of all time is The Hound of the Baskervilles by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle! I didn't read any Sherlock Holmes until I was like 27 years old. My wife has long adored them, and we have two huge paperback volumes from Barnes & Noble. I took them to work with me when I had to spend an extra hour a day in the office since we had one car. I read Baskervilles in the winter, stretched out on the floor of my office with just a weak lamp for light, well before the sun rose. I finished it at Wendy's, empty chicken nugget containers and a Frosty on the tray in front of me, headphones in to blur the sound of the world around me. I don't know why that memory is so strong, but it is!

Baskervilles is the fifth best book of all time, and the best Sherlock Holmes story, in that it excels in playing with the formula. It's got everything you could want! Watson on his own! Sherlock explaining his thoughts and reasoning! Tension and terror! Reveling in the building atmosphere! Misdirection! Watson being competent! It hits every high point you expect in a Sherlock Holmes story, and then the ones you wish would happen but you'd never hope would happen. It's THE (fifth) BEST

The fourth best book of all time is The Icarus Hunt by Timothy Zahn oh god Matt what are you doing are you saying that a science fiction story about a mysterious spaceship and the people who want it and the people who are flying it is better than a guy with Sir in front of his name well maybe I am don't @ me I don't think @ even works on Dreamwidth anyway. I first read Icarus on an airplane sitting on a Chicago runway, weather trapping me on the ground instead of speeding me back to Washington DC, and instead of listening to a radio station playing nothing but Sheryl Crow or watching Monsters, Inc for the second time (that day [on that plane]), I instead read a rollicking ride about a mysterious ship, a crew brought together from so many walks of life you'd think they were hired at a tavern by a man looking for fearless adventurers (AND THEY WERE), impossible odds, space ferrets, and a slow-burn reveal that had me grinning ear to ear when it happened. I've enjoyed a lot of Timothy Zahn in my day, both his militaristic science fiction like The Conquerors and his detective Quadrail series (which had five books, not four, it's called the QUADrail series man what are you doing), but The Icarus Hunt is my favorite and I would love to write something like it one day. It's THE (fourth) BEST

The third best book of all time is Jingo by Sir Terry Pratchett, which is part of his long-running Discworld series, of which I have read all but his last book, because something about reading Sir Terry Pratchett's last book makes me impossibly sad. But Jingo is SO GOOD. Jingo tells the story of an island that rises up from the waves unexpectedly, and the countries that decide that they most desperately need to own this, the dangers of unchecked patriotism for literally no common-personal gain, and why you shouldn't reduce the foreign down to only the exotic. As all of the Discworld books, the writing is witty, the pace is perfect, and the characters are extraordinary. I have always marveled at how Pratchett excels at writing instantly memorable characters who are not stereotypes but are just as easily-understood as if they were. Like -- you don't have to spend more than two pages with Cheery Littlebottom to 'get' Cheery Littlebottom, and it's not because she's what you expect, you know? And since Jingo is a Watch novel, it has THE BEST (read: my personal favorite) characters in it. Vimes! The Patrician! Nobby! Detritus! Angua! Vimes again! It's THE (third) BEST

The second best book of all time is A Wrinkle In Time by Madeleine L'Engle, and yes, I am incredibly excited about Ava DuVernay's coming adaptation. And here's the thing about that -- I remember basically the intro to A Wrinkle In Time clearly, and everything else is back in this dreamlike haze. If you were to ask me what happens to Meg and Charles Wallace, I couldn't. If you were to ask me to say ANYTHING that happens in the back of that book, I couldn't. I have not read it since at least high school, maybe longer. But this book has such a powerful hold over me. It has carved out a place for itself inside of my soul, right next to the part of me that falls into a trance when I hear the Cure's "From the Edge of the Deep Green Sea," next to the part of my memory that twinges when I hear Arturo Sandoval's "I Remember Clifford" and I'm sitting on the back seat of a school bus after a marching band performance, my friend Derrick quietly playing his trumpet next to me, my eyes fixed on the stars through a half-open window, and part of me still lives inside that perfect moment. A Wrinkle In Time is there. I can still see the library in my elementary school, when I was in fourth grade and I wanted something to read, with my terrible hair and my too-thick glasses and my complete lack of bravery due to each friend I had moving away year after year and my own cowardly nature. I took this book off the shelf and decided to read it. I sat down at a table, unfolded the little paperback, and started reading, and it is there that my terrestrial memory ends because after hearing the word tesseract, I left Earth and resided entirely within the book, drinking it in, absorbing it, and living it. I may not remember it, but I don't have to remember the details to feel where it is inside me. It might actually be THE BEST. I don't know. Maybe there are two ones. 

The best book of all time is The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern. My wife dropped this book on my lap the day she finished reading it and said "You have to read this. I'm not telling you anything about it. Just read it." And I did. It's a book about magic, about love, and about people. It's about the lift in your heart when the strings start to play. It's about the first rays of light breaking over the hilly fields on a brisk autumn morning. It's about the smell of paper in a used bookstore. It's about a stolen kiss in the middle of a crowded hall. It's about the pounding of your blood when the forest of bows sways in the orchestra. It's about magic, and that goes beyond wizards and warlocks, that goes beyond a circus of the imagination. It's that spark of life that makes it life. I sat at my desk in my office reading it after work one day, my heart in my throat and my lip between my teeth, and when I finished it, when I read that final line that wrapped everything up so perfectly, when I wiped the tears out of the corner of my eye, I stared off into the middle distance with a smile on my face and I half-expected credits to roll on my LIFE. It is a book about magic. I love it so, so much. It is the best.

Books that are also the best but not THE BEST:
  • If you have ever wondered why you could not cry for two days in the summer of 2016, that is because I had to cry all of the tears while reading Magonia. I had all of them, there wasn't room for any more. Sorry!
  • I did not read The Lord of the Rings at a time when I would have been massively changed by it, but I would be doing it a great disservice if I did not mention how I got to Rivendell in Lord of the Rings Online and honestly wanted to cry it was so beautiful.
  • The entire Memoirs of Lady Trent, by Marie Brennan, are just lovely, lovely books, but my absolutely favorite is #4, In the Labyrinth of Drakes, which paid off a multi-book slow build and made me grin until my face hurt.
  • The Goblin Emperor is like Undertale but for the hope of decency in powerful people.
  • Maria Semple's Where'd You Go, Bernadette did the best stuff I have seen yet with telling stories with different mediums, mixing together emails, memos, transcripts, and other nontraditional documents to tell a strong story about family.
And there you have it! An unassailable, comprehensive, legally binding list of THE BEST BOOKS EVER. What are THE BEST BOOKS EVER for you?

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