This one was a deception. I was waiting for something crazy, steampunk and dickensian but that's not what I found. Sure, there are fun parts, but at some moments, I felt that I couldn't care less about what would happen to Sophie and the others.
I had a "too much of too many things" feelings. Too many aliens, too many planets. Everything just mentioned, nothing explored in depth. So I stayed out. There was so many great ideas in that novel. I loved the big vessels traveling with all sails on from planet to planet. Quite a sight in my head. But that will be the only thing I will remember about the book.
I love strange worlds, I really do. It was just a bit too much for me and it made me feel like an outsider. ( )
Either for honour or for expectation of profit, or from that unconscious necessity by which a great people, like a great man, will do what is right, and must do it at the right time, whoever had the means to furnish a ship, and whoever had the talent to command one, laid their abilities together and went out to pioneer, and to conquer, and take possession, in the name of the Queen of the Sea.
-- James Anthony Froude, England's Forgotten Worthies
And this shall be my dream to-night;
I'll think the heaven of glorious spheres
Is rolling on its course of light
In endless bliss, through endless years;
-- Emily Bronte, How Clear She Shines
So many worlds, so much to do
So little done, such things to be
-- Alfred Lord Tennyson, In Memoriam A.H.H.
Dedication
In Memoriam, Angela Carter, Fireworker
First words
Rain.
Quotations
Last words
But how beautifully their wings shine, golden in the sunlight.
Sophie Farthing is a survivor challenged by life with a gloomy and repressive father. Somewhere beyond a forbidden threshold, her destiny awaits - if she has the courage and cunning to find it. For to know her future, Sophie must first pursue the past - and embarks upon an astonishing journey from Earth to the Moon and across cold barbaric Mars in search of the perilous origin of her birth...and into the outstretched wings of what has yet to be. --------
From the Notebook of Sophie Farthing:
Life on Mars wears you down. After a while the heavy red sand that creeps into the folds of your clothes and the creases of your body finds its way into your brain, into your very sleep, rubbing you away and making you its own. You knew what was natural in Toulons or Towcester - but they are fifty million miles away. And you are on the shores of a cold desert of rust where the dead walk and leave no footprints...
I had a "too much of too many things" feelings. Too many aliens, too many planets. Everything just mentioned, nothing explored in depth. So I stayed out. There was so many great ideas in that novel. I loved the big vessels traveling with all sails on from planet to planet. Quite a sight in my head. But that will be the only thing I will remember about the book.
I love strange worlds, I really do. It was just a bit too much for me and it made me feel like an outsider.
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