Soon she discovers she has been exposed to something alien and a “living” skin suit has attached itself to her body, and she has no understanding of its purpose, let alone how to communicate with it. But the planet she was just about to call home is now forbidden, and she, along with the rest of her crew, have been quarantined awaiting study. She awakens in a medical facility, unsure of what happened, and no idea what she may have discovered. While studying some interesting rock formations at the request of Alan, Kira discovers something weird, and her world is turned upside down. Barnes, they decide it is time to settle down on a planet and forgo the long swaths of time apart. But after years of travelling and being away from her boyfriend, xeno-geologist Alan J. She travels the galaxy, researching planets that may have signs of extraterrestrial life. TSIASOS follows one Kira Navarez, a xeno-biologist who does (surprise!) xenobiology. To Sleep in a Sea of Stars (hereafter TSIASOS), by Christopher Paolini, is a textbook example of doing too little with far too much and still leaves you feeling emptier than a bout of food poisoning. I hunkered down with some tea, looked at my copy of The Trouble With Peace and whispered to it lovingly “please remain my lighthouse that guides me through these dark treacherous waters,” and I began to read the remainder of the book. The words “a book in the Fractalverse” flashed on my screen and I felt what was left of my soul scream and try to leave my corporeal form, but I held fast.
#To sleep in a sea of stars jellies full#
So I bought a full copy of the book, and upon opening it on my e-reader, I knew I had fallen for one Hugh’s classic traps. I asked him “Why Hugh, pray tell, would I embark on such a ridiculous endeavor?” His response was obvious: “Why not? Are you really going to call it quits after one hundred and thirty pages out of eight hundred and eighty? Are you that weak of heart?” I looked him dead in the eyes and I knew he had beaten me. I had three-quarters of a draft completed when my old pal Hugh-Brist showed up and petitioned me to read further. I made a promise to myself that I would not get lost in this book, allowing it to consume my soul, a quest I have clearly failed. Originally this “review” was going to just cover the partial galley.
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