The Last Gifts of the Universe

Sub-Becky Chambers musings on life and death, framed by a mission to discover clues to a mysterious world-ending terror. This felt very much driven by the musings, and less by the mission. A lot of the scenes were very under/badly described and I often found myself having to re-read sections in an attempt to picture what the author was trying to describe. Plus, the cat may be cute, but who the hell takes a cat on dangerous missions into uncharted territory? And let's not talk about the science (an asteroid is not a meteor, and an air tank being low on air does not leave you short of breath).

A bit more humour may have made this more satisfying, but towards the end I did start to read diagonally. Go read To Be Taught, if Fortunate instead.