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From the back cover:
World famous poet Robert Gu missed twenty years of progress while he nearly died from Alzheimer's. …
@jessamyn@glammr.us @alien_sunset I enjoyed it! I read a few more in the series, but I haven't kept up with it.
And then there were the slavers. If you were born post-Break in some part of the world that still had schooling, you probably heard the story of slavery. Centuries of human subjugation, finally ended when the great wartime president, Abraham Lincoln, rode down out of the clouds on his red, white, and blue Pegasus, and set the land’s slaveowners on fire with a single, terrible match, declaring the country that was then the United States of America to be a free land for everyone. It was a great day for everyone but the slave owners. And the turkeys, I guess. Apparently, there was some sort of feast afterwards, and that was how Thanksgiving had gotten started. A yearly reminder that we were all free, regardless of the color of our skin or the content of our character. And then Dr. Nowhere went and broke the world. After that, strong men and women took over and did what assholes in power too often do.
— One Tin Solder by Chris Tullbane (The Murder of Crows, #3) (Page 61 - 62)
Damien isn't the greatest student - and some pre-break history has gotten a bit distorted.
A foul mouthed teen necromancer attempts to become a superhero. He's the first Crow (Necromancer) …
For those of you who were born post-Break, baseball was an archaic sport from Dr. Nowhere’s time, involving three teams armed with bats, each trying to capture the other teams’ bases. In the absence of Healers, the only thing preventing mass casualties was the ‘three strikes’ rule, which defined a limit on how many times a given player could be hit. I’m still not sure how balls figured into the whole thing, but given that my own testicles want to crawl up into my body just thinking about it, I’m okay with remaining ignorant.
— See These Bones by Chris Tullbane (The Murder of Crows, #1) (Page 255 - 256)
"Rat Island rises from the icy gray waters of the Bering Sea, a mass of …
On June 26, 2001, the beginning of the New Zealand winter, five helicopters and two ships loaded with 210 drums of helicopter fuel and 132 tons of rat bait left Invercargill, at the southern terminus of New Zealand, heading for the Southern Ocean. By the second week of July, McClelland and company had dropped their first load of brodifacoum on Campbell. Ten days and two hundred thousand dead and dying rats later, they dropped their last. In the following years the crews returned to find no evidence of survivors.
— Rat Island by William Stolzenburg (Page 173)
Conservation.... especially on islands - often isn't pretty.
This is 5 stars for being solid, escapist, post apocalyptic, superhero fiction. From a strictly literary sense, its a 3.5. The protagonist is complex, foul mouthed, often works against himself.... and is a typical teenager, in other words. I reread this book on a regular basis as a comfort read.
This is 5 stars for being solid, escapist, post apocalyptic, superhero fiction. From a strictly literary sense, its a 3.5. The protagonist is complex, foul mouthed, often works against himself.... and is a typical teenager, in other words. I reread this book on a regular basis as a comfort read.
I read it a while ago. Not fond of the requirement to put a date to it, since I don't track that.
A foul mouthed teen necromancer attempts to become a superhero. He's the first Crow (Necromancer) …
This is 5 stars for being solid, escapist, post apocalyptic, superhero fiction. From a strictly literary sense, its a 3.5. The protagonist is complex, foul mouthed, often works against himself.... and is a typical teenager, in other words. I reread this book on a regular basis as a comfort read.
A natural history of the wilderness in our homes, from the microbes in our showers …
Throughout these stages, Hanski was drawn to the study of small patches of island-like habitat. At first those patches were dung piles. For a beetle, a pile of dung is an island that must be discovered and, very rapidly, colonized. Hanski used his own feces or dead fish as bait for the beetles. He attracted and trapped them while hiking up and down Mount Mulu in Borneo to understand the general rules governing when numerous species compete for a pile of shit and when few do.
— Never Home Alone by Rob R. Dunn (Page 57 - 58)
An interesting man.
A natural history of the wilderness in our homes, from the microbes in our showers …
As ecologists, we learn that any particular species isn’t good or bad, nor of greater or lesser intrinsic value than any other—they simply exist. Except in the light of our own beliefs and wants, a blue whale has no more value than does the tapeworm in the blue whale or the bacterium in the tapeworm or the virus in the bacterium. They exist simply because they evolved.
— Never Home Alone by Rob R. Dunn (Page 144)
A natural history of the wilderness in our homes, from the microbes in our showers …
I've read this once, and listened to the audio version twice. It's a great book about the various animals that live in our homes (house spiders, camel crickets, roaches, etc) or our bodies (bacteria). And about how little is known about both...
Robert spent over 20 years observing the baboon troops of Africa, and chronicled the rise and fall of many individual members. Over that time he learned a lot about human behavior. Plus gives great insight into how field life often works.