Getting back into the swing of things each week is hard. So is finding the quiet time to write a review over the weekend. In order to ease out of the weekend, I’ve decided to begin my blogging week with a mini review.
Going to a bookstore with a fellow book lover can be dangerous. Dangerous to your pocket book for obvious reasons, but also dangerous to your preconceived notions of what you’d enjoy reading. When I went into my local Barnes and Noble with my friend Cassandra I had no intentions of buying anything outside of my lit fic, historical fic safe zones. I left with The Martian.
I do not read Science Fiction. That I loved Ready Player One and Redshirts I attribute to the power of audiobooks and just how much darn fun Wil Wheaton is as narrator. Oh, yeah. And then there’s Lexicon. I’m not sure what genre that really falls into, so that doesn’t count. I turned up my nose when Cassandra pulled a copy of The Martian off the shelves at Barnes and Noble. “I don’t read Science Fiction,” I said as she made me read the first line of the book. I never set the book back down on the shelf. Imagine my surprise about a month later when I tore through the pages of The Martian as greedily as I did The Headmaster’s Wife, a book that was pretty much written with me in mind. It was full of science and math and I gobbled it up as if those weren’t my least favorite subjects in school. I will never be an astronaut, but I’m thankful that my imagination (and good visual memories of Gravity) didn’t realize that I do not do Science Fiction. It grabbed on to Andy Weir’s world and buckled in for the joy ride.
I loved this book so much that for the past hour or so since I’ve finished it I’ve had Pherell Williams singing in my head and I don’t do “Happy,” either. Michele explained the phenomenon to me comments to my Facebook post. We are so very much alike as readers after all. I couldn’t even admit it there, but I will now. I love Science Fiction. I’m just not well read in it – yet. I need to start paying strict attention to Bob’s reviews.