Grabbed this one by chance at my library's "Reader's Choice" table. It sounded amazing and I had been on a Michael Crichton and dystopian society kick, so I picked it up.I'm torn on how to feel about this one. On one hand, it kept my interest and I sincerely wanted to know what happened next. On ...
Besides, after a quick look around, she decided the place had atmosphere. It was dark where it was supposed to be dark, and bright where it was supposed to be bright, and the smell of food was almost intoxicating in and of itself. Alcohol was good for many things; the first of these was forgettin...
Bone has no opinion, no cultural bias. It cannot be argued out of existence. If you stop believing in bone, bone does not notice, or care. It will still be there, in the ground or in a museum drawer—an answer to itself. Paul stood in the doorway of the bone lab, watching Hongbin unpack the latest...
So like me, yet not like me. It’s amazing sometimes the things you lose. Other memories stay, like a burr caught in your mind. The sound the furnace makes when it kicks on in a darkened house. It’s a feeling you get—like a trance, family sleeping down the hall—and it’s like everything at that mom...