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Nov. 9th, 2007 03:22 pmSo after class today, I went to the bookstore to go catch up on at least one of the many, many sequels out there that I have been meaning to read - Starcross, by Philip Reeve.
And now I feel the overwhelming urge to tell ALL OF YOU to go out there and read it, too, because - well. I really liked Larklight. It does steampunk the way I like it best, as a fully-realized alternate universe playing with the combination of science fiction tropes and the inherently ridiculous aspects of Victorian culture, because as far as I am concerned there is about nothing more entertaining than VICTORIANS IN SPAAAAACE. But if Larklight was good, Starcross, I believe, is even better. I sat there in the bookstore cafe and literally laughed out loud at least three times a chapter. Which probably had an extremely disconcerting effect on everyone who was simply there to peaceably study or do holiday shopping for their children, but I did not care in the least.
If you like evil alien top hats, prim and be-bustled young ladies who discover unexpected depths of kickassery in times of crisis, alternate history, Richard Burton, alien mercenary knitting-obsessed goblins, footnotes, inflatable exploding bathing costumes, or constant proudly British exclamations of 'HUZZAH!', then Starcross is for you. And really, who doesn't like at least one of these things?
HUZZAH!
And now I feel the overwhelming urge to tell ALL OF YOU to go out there and read it, too, because - well. I really liked Larklight. It does steampunk the way I like it best, as a fully-realized alternate universe playing with the combination of science fiction tropes and the inherently ridiculous aspects of Victorian culture, because as far as I am concerned there is about nothing more entertaining than VICTORIANS IN SPAAAAACE. But if Larklight was good, Starcross, I believe, is even better. I sat there in the bookstore cafe and literally laughed out loud at least three times a chapter. Which probably had an extremely disconcerting effect on everyone who was simply there to peaceably study or do holiday shopping for their children, but I did not care in the least.
If you like evil alien top hats, prim and be-bustled young ladies who discover unexpected depths of kickassery in times of crisis, alternate history, Richard Burton, alien mercenary knitting-obsessed goblins, footnotes, inflatable exploding bathing costumes, or constant proudly British exclamations of 'HUZZAH!', then Starcross is for you. And really, who doesn't like at least one of these things?
HUZZAH!
