Ancillary Justice: Ann Leckie


Oh the neglect! With the flying over the ocean and the deadlines for paying work (I love writing about books, but it definitely does not pay the bills. Or for anything at all, actually), I have had no time for typing out my noodle-y thoughts on the many books that I have been reading. Because, of course, deadlines and international moves be damned, I will read books. In fact, I noticed today that I have five different bookstore point cards, all of which I have used since I got to Japan a mere three weeks ago. The brain wants what it wants.

But this book Ancillary Justice is not one of those point card books, but rather one I shoved (tenderly and kindly because I love my books and would never hurt any of them) into my carry-on bag for the long flight to Tokyo. It’s been sitting on my shelf for a while and it seemed like the perfect plane reading; story driven with a little extra character meat on its bones. And I wasn’t expecting to write about it because one: it won some pretty serious awards and got some crazy good reviews from other people, so it doesn’t exactly need my rah-rah to help get it off the shelves and into hands. And two: plane books are not always the best books to talk about. I mean, you enjoy them, you get what you get from them, and then you move onto the next thing. Not every book needs a thousand words about why it is pretty great. But this one ended up being so much about so many things so dear to my heart that I feared my brain would simply burst if I didn’t get some of those thoughts out.
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