Slaughterhouse-Five (1969) – Kurt Vonnegut

I really don’t know how to review this book. Not because it was bad, mind you, because it was far from bad. More because there is almost too much to say that I can’t even say a fraction of it. Plus it really is such a cleverly constructed book that I feel like I can’t do it justice. I can say something about it being anti-war, because that’s what I’ve heard about Slaughterhouse-Five and I do get a sense of that from the book, but I’m not really qualified to say much about it. I’ve taken a few days to digest Slaughterhouse-Five, and I’ve not gained any more insight towards it.


Under the Never Sky (2012) – Veronica Rossi

The world: Presumably in a post-apocalyptic future, Dwellers live in Pods – interconnected domes which make up their cities among vast wastelands. Each Dweller has a Smarteye, a device which allows people to “fraction” and visit virtual-reality worlds known as Realms where they can do whatever they want with just a thought. The Pods are to protect citizens from the Aether – a mysterious thing, presumably natural weather element that is constantly in the sky and can bring storms. What is the Aether and how did it get there? Who knows.

The Picture of Dorian Gray (1891) – Oscar Wilde

Another classic down, and boy do I feel so cultured! But on a serious note, I really am getting into classics over the guilty-pleasure-YA-kinda-trashy-but-I-still-love-it genre. Which is great, because they really do make you think.

A Brief History of Time (1988) – Stephen Hawking

Have you ever read a book and it’s not bad and it’s not good, but you’ve spent a long time making your way through it and you’ve got a list of books that you want to read so you just sort of skim through the rest of it ’cause there’s potential for great reading out there and you’re stuck with that certain book.

Speaker for the Dead (1986) – Orson Scott Card

After Ender’s Game was turned into a movie earlier this year, the Ender series got a lot more coverage. A friend of mine read the whole series in about two weeks, and rhapsodized about how great a concept was that appeared in the third and fourth books. And so I promised, because it was the summer holidays, that I’d race through the series – “oh yeah, it’d only take me like, a week. I can do that”.