Oh Firefly. A wonderful TV show, brutally murdered by the man. Aired out of order, canceled too soon, brought back as a movie, and then never let go by fans on the Internet. It’s been 18 years… it’s never going to come back.
Unless…
Oh Firefly. A wonderful TV show, brutally murdered by the man. Aired out of order, canceled too soon, brought back as a movie, and then never let go by fans on the Internet. It’s been 18 years… it’s never going to come back.
Unless…
Wow.
“I think,” Hoa says slowly, “that if you love someone, you don’t get to choose how they love you back.”
It’s adorable!
One of my children brought it over to read. On one hand, it’s a difficult book to read–there’s not much in the way of words for most of the book. On the other hand, most of the words there are are crazy robot sounds, which are a lot of fun to make! And I expect the lower number of words is going to make it all the easier for my children as they get more comfortable reading themselves.
I love space. Space missions, thinking about other planets/worlds/alien life. It’s all so cool to me. I also read a huge amount, primarily science fiction and fantasy. One thing I get less of though is non-fiction, and from time to time I try to fix that.
The Interstellar Age: Inside the Forty-Year Voyager Mission is a great way to change that. (That’s quite the title).
Onward and conclusionward! All the political machinations to save the Sand Masters (and himself) are coming to a head. It’s a fine enough central plot, even if the random assassinations / friend that doesn’t get along well with his father / scientist from the other side of the world / bodyguard that hates you and you have to win over subplots really do get to be a bit random and disorientating.
That’s really a problem with the whole set of graphic novels though and–if I remember correctly–I had the same problem with the prose version years ago. It’s not a deal breaker, but I feel like the whole thing could be cleaned up.
One of the things that I feared most about getting into these stories is the big ‘art style change’. I see it. It’s definately different. But having read all manner of graphic novels over the last year–some change far more dramatically than this. They’re similar enough that I barely even noticed for the most part.
And it still is quite beautful:
White Sand has something of an odd story. It’s the first novel Sanderson finished (and also the 7th, a complete rewrite), but in prose form was never published. You can get it if you ask him (I think signing up for the newsletter? It’s been a few years) and I read it back in 2016.
Now though, the same story has been actually published as a three volume set of graphic novels. Having gotten rather more into graphic novels over the last year, of course I had to give it a try, so here we go!
“One must always be careful of books," said Tessa, “and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us.”
It’s been rather a while since I read City of Bones–long enough that it was before I actually started writing reviews. And long enough that I only barely remember what happened in those other books. I do vaguely remember the world building being an interesting enough take on urban fantasy –I have a personal love of books dealing with angels and half angels– surrounding an otherwise interesting enough plot.
And so as all things must end, so too do the Endless.
After uncountable years, Dream of the Endless has died. Another Dream has risen to take up the mantle (as must be), but before, it’s time to say goodbye to the Dream we’ve all come to know over the last 10 volumes.