Things I’m tired of:
Spunky sixteen-year-old heroines,
Teen saves the world in the face of government incompetence,
Teen has conflicted “boy” issues,
First-contact threatens the annihilation of all life,
The Spaceship Next Door has all of the things that exasperate me, and yet, I thoroughly enjoyed every page of this phenomenal book. It has a mystery. It has the charm and irreverence of Mark Twain. It has action and clever plot-twist. It is hard to put down.
Doucette’s mastery of the writing craft is evident in too many ways to list. His prose brought a smile to my lips as I read passages not intended to be humorous, although there are many laugh-aloud moments, and his deft ability to weave backstory seamlessly throughout the novel is a creative-writing lesson in and of itself.
I recommend The Spaceship Next Door to writers as an example of how to do it right and to all readers, sci-fi fan or not, as a great joy to read.
The book is available on Amazon and is free on Kindle Unlimited.
Join my petition to demand Chuck Lorre and Warner Brother to remake The Big Bang Theory finale.
The storyline was okay, at first. We all expected a heartwarming and humous recap of the iconic show’s 12-year run. But the sappy, namby-pamby, left-wing ending was atrocious.
After 12 years of suffering the narcissistic abuse of Sheldon (the self-appointed expert in all things), Leonard gets a SLAP? That’s it!
It’s wrong. Wrong. Wrong and not right.
Sheldon wasn’t elected to his position and can’t be voted out. There is only one proper way to end the Big Bang Theory’s long run: the last scene fades to black as Sheldon lies bleeding a victim of Leonard’s inept beheading attempt using the Game of Thrones sword replica, Longclaw.
We want a redo.
I watched the new Netflix film, Cloverfield Paradox, last night. I wasn’t impressed. That’s not to say I hated it—I didn’t. The acting’s pretty good as are the sets and special effects. The story deals with some interesting ideas about the nature of the universe, and there is plenty of action and tension.
Cloverfield Paradox reminds me of Alien in some respects, however, no monsters lay eggs in humans. It also reminds me of B-grade Sci-Fi tales from my youth; walking and running around between dialog scenes abound in this film too.
My biggest problem with the film is gravity; it’s omnipresent in the Cloverfield universe. I accept that on a space station, after all, artificial gravity is a common trope today. I don’t accept it when the power fails or characters make an extra-vehicular trip to dramatically save the day, yet again. Shame on you, J. J. Abrams, you know better.