Book two in the “To Every Season” series was a bit darker than book one, but enjoyable nonetheless. Again, I read it in eBook format, which means I have to sit and read on purpose, and not in the bathroom.
I thought it would delve more into Data reacting to no longer having his emotion chip (after all, he’s on the cover), but instead it was a Wesley story. If they had filmed this sort of wrap-up, I think people might have hated Wesley less.
Anyway, it’s still brain-candy, but it’s fun brain candy.
I can’t talk about this sub-series of the Star Trek: The Next Generation novels without hearing the song in my head
(Turn, turn, turn)
There is a season
(Turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose
Ok, now that that’s purged – I’d resisted buying these until now because the ninth book wasn’t published until October, and nothing irks me more than having to wait for sequels. So, I was strong, and as a result, I get to read the whole series, over the next few weeks.
The cover blurbs tells us that this series of nine novels is designed to fill in the blanks between Insurrection and Nemesis in the TNG universe, and it does a great job. Already in book one we’ve seen what Wesley’s been up to all this time, and found out just why Data no longer had a functional emotion chip in the last movie.
I read it in ebook format in one sitting while half-watching the Monk marathon on television, and I’m not sure if it was the show, or the format, but I feel like I’ve missed something by not having a tangible book in my hands.
Still, it was a great read, and makes me wish they’d filmed THIS instead of the movies they actually made.
I read this, initially, a couple of years ago, and fell in love with it. I remember posting in my open diary account, in fact, that this was so well written, and Sayuri (the main character) so vivid and real,that I had difficulty believing it was written by a man.
Desperate for something, anything, to read, and in the mood for something gentle and lyrical, I pulled it off my shelves again a couple of days ago, read most of it on various trips to the bathroom, and then finished it during one of the times I was awake last night.
I still love the story, and have no problem envisioning the inherent grace of the geisha as they dance or sing, no problem letting my mind’s ear hear their high tittering laughter.
It’s a great book.
A fabulous book.