My wife bought me Dogs Of War, a book by Adrian Tchaikovsky, for Christmas. It’s about Bioforms, cybernetically enhanced animal solders, who start the book unwittingly committing atrocities for their masters, and gradually gaining awareness[…]
Tonight we gave the kids to our babysitter and went to the cinema to see The Last Jedi, the sixth-no-seventh-no-eighth episode in the Star Wars series.
For my birthday, my wife gave me a very nice pair of shorts, which should last me a long time, and a copy of Andy Weir’s second novel, Artemis, which I read over the course[…]
I’m going to begin with a massive generalisation which oversimplifies things far too much, but does at least save time, and we’re all busy, right? Here goes: Americans love visible misery, whereas British people are[…]
Unable to sleep between 2 and 4 this morning, I finished reading Caliban’s War, the second novel in The Expanse series. So now I’m one third of the way through. Structurally it’s a little inferior[…]
My wife and I have just finished reading Leviathan Wakes, a sci find space opera welded to a pulp boot, written by a couple of George R R Martin’s assistants. It took us each about[…]
I can’t remember quite why I was recommended to read Diamond Dogs, but I think it was somewhere on Charles Stross’ blog, and I bookmarked it and then didn’t get round to downloading it until[…]