snugglekitty

I read some promising reviews of this book, and thought it would be fun to take on the plane with me. It concerns a bored and frustrated woman in an airport who learns to travel between dimensions, and the places she visits. Each chapter describes a different planet and its inhabitants.

"On the airplane, everyone is locked into a seat with a belt and can move only during very short periods when they are allowed to stand in line waiting to empty their bladders until, just before they reach the toilet cubicle, a nagging loudspeakers harries them back to immobility. In the airport, luggage-laden people rush hither and yon through endless corridors, like souls to each of whom the devil has furnished a different, inaccurate map of the escape route from hell. These rushing people are watched by people who sit in plastic seats bolted to the floor and who might just as well be bolted to the seats." (p 1-2)

My verdict? Bleak, bleak, and more bleak. Oh so bleak. You start to get into one story, and think "this is really interesting," and then there's genocide. Or people destroying their planet through war. Or oppressing each other horribly. Unless "bleak" is your thing I don't recommend this book.