by Madeleine L’Engle, 1973
narrated by Jennifer Ehle
This is the book that taught me the word “mitochondria”!
In this second installment of the Time Quintet, we find Meg Murry worried about her younger brother Charles Wallace. He’s being bullied at school over his intelligence and his penchant for speaking about complex subjects like an adult. At home, Charles Wallace is seeing dragons in their back yard, and he and Meg discover some unusual feathers. Meanwhile, Charles Wallace appears to be getting sicker and sicker, suffering from some sort of malady that affects his breathing. Their microbiologist mother believes it may be a disorder of his mitochondria and their farandolae. Later, Meg teams up with Calvin O’Keefe, and the two engage in a cosmic battle involving good and evil and a Fantastic Voyage-like journey inside Charles Wallace to save his life.
by Octavia E. Butler, 1976
Patternmaster is first on my Year of Octavia challenge! It is important to note that while these books are now published in chronological order according to the story’s timeline, I will be reading them according to publication date, which I believe is the way a series should always be read. It is also worth noting that there were originally five books in this series, but one – Survivor – appears to be indefinitely out of print. So, I will forge ahead with what I have available to me, and this brings me to start with the concluding book in this series’ chronology.
by Madeleine L’Engle, 1962
narrated by Hope Davis
It’s been quite some years since I read A Wrinkle in Time. I read the entire Time Quartet when I was young and I remember loving it. With the movie version of the first installment fast approaching, it seems a good time to back and see if the book was every bit as good as I originally thought it to be. The verdict? Different from what I remember, but still a wonderful read.
by Sylvain Neuvel, 2016
narrated by a full cast
Pacific Rim meets The Martian. That is not a compliment.
by Blake Crouch, 2016
Sliding Doors, meet quantum mechanics!
If there’s one trope I find tiresome, it’s science-fiction that serves as a masquerade for the heteronormative love story. I’m looking at you Interstellar and Arrival and, now, Dark Matter. Now, I’m not entirely dead inside. I like a good love story on occasion – Jane Eyre is one of my most favorite books – but when I come to sci-fi, I expect it to be more than just a ruse for a man and a woman to find their happily ever after. Which isn’t to say that I didn’t like reading this book or that I didn’t find the story creative or engrossing, because I did, but if I had wanted to watch Sliding Doors, I would have watched Sliding Doors. I don’t drink my whiskey with water and I don’t need my sci-fi made palatable with romance, thank you very much.
by Emily St. John Mandel, 2014
I have to admit it – I’m a sucker for a good post-apocalyptic/dystopian story. It’s unfortunate that those have become buzzwords for young adult literature. Don’t get me wrong, I love YA, but the popularity of this theme seems to have opened up a platform for mediocre writers to have their stories pushed on us simply because publishers have decided that apocalypses and dystopias sell. It’s also somewhat disheartening to see some readers refer to this as a “trend.” Writers have been imagining bleak futures for ages – crack open Brave New World, Fahrenheit 451, The Handmaid’s Tale, Y the Last Man, or Parable of the Sower and Parable of the Talents to see what I mean. This did not start yesterday with The Hunger Games and Divergent. But that is neither here nor there, except to say that Station Eleven is a fantastic post-apocalyptic tale and should fear of trendy buzzwords keep you away, you will miss out greatly in passing this one by.
by Brian K. Vaughn & Fiona Staples, 2016
I know I’ve been fairly harsh on the Saga series. I haven’t been nearly as impressed by it as everyone else seems to be and, truly, I don’t understand what others see in it. I’ve started to wonder why I’m continuing to read it, but having finished Volume 6, I’m reminded that even if the story seems a bit directionless and unnecessarily hypersexual, it does contain some moments of profound truth and it’s those moments that keep me reading.