Sandy

Reread this after a disappointing experience with Xenocide. It's still amazing, even though I'm no longer a child.

DNF. I think it was interesting, but probably should have been a blog post.

HASKELL IS SO COOL. Also this book slaps.

Ehh. I couldn't get into it. This book presents as a journalistic endeavour, but its chocked full of weasel words which caused me to feel like I was being sold something. Maybe it's a good book, but I didn't care enough about the premise to wade in.

My mom recommended this to me as a quick book to read on the flight to Istanbul. I didn't end up reading it on the flight to Istanbul, but about a week afterwards. Thankfully I had nothing to fear; there was no Turkey-necessitated context that I needed to make use of.

The book itself though, ehh. We have two characters whose initials are AZ and ZA, and AZ gets some sort of immediate, incurable disease that's going to kill him in a month. The rest of the book is reflections on their marriage, and coming to terms with the end. Perhaps it's more salient in ones golden years; the message didn't connect with me, but I can see how it might in thirty years or so.