I read Adrian Tchaikovsky’s Children of Ruin today, the follow up to Children of Time. I didn’t like it as much – spacefaring octopuses are all well and good, but the whole thing was a bit too hard SF for me. Maybe it’s because with the spiders of the first book you got to follow them through their development, whereas with the octopuses you crash straight into sufficiently advanced technology, indistinguishable from magic. Or I was tired.
That could be it. My brain is a muscle, worn out by reading 900 odd pages in just a few days.
So, early night again for me, to dream of space travel and wake refreshed tomorrow…
One response to “Children of Ruin”
Amazing dedication to your blog, throughout the tiredness there’s always something new to read. Thank you.