I read cozy and historical mysteries, a bit of Paranormal/UF, and to mix it up, I read science and gardening books on occasion.
I hemmed and hawed over whether to give this 4 or 4.5 stars. While generally, 4 stars is sort of my default for 'this was good', in this case, several pertinent facts should be kept in mind:
- I don't like space related books.
- I don't like fantasy books that involve names I can't pronounce without physically hurting myself.
- I am not a fan of Eurovision.
Given all this, my 4 stars is a downright declaration of adoration.
(For the record, I didn't go with 4.5 stars because the story sagged a bit mid-way and I thought the deus ex machina at the end was both predictable and disappointing because she went there.)
Valente wrote a truly exceptional book. I loved the writing, though the run-on sentences took a while to get used to; MT got his fair share of dark looks whenever he spoke to me while I was reading this, as it often meant I had to go back to the beginning of the paragraph/sentence and start over again. But her biting satire, her anger tinged humor and her way of calling humanity out while holding it up was almost miraculous for the balancing act involved.
I'd recommend this to almost anybody, though some might find Valente's refreshing honesty and brutal truth confronting.
Speaking of brutal truths, I'll leave you with Goguenar Gorecannon's 11th General Unkillable Fact (you were right BT, it is sadly too long to put on a t-shirt):
You can't stop people being assholes. They do love it so. The best you can hope for is that some people, sometimes, will turn out to be somewhat less than the absolute worst. When they manage to trip and fall over that incredibly low bar, they'll make you want to end it all. But when they leap over it, they'll make you believe this whole mess really was created for a reason...