To Your Scattered Bodies Go (Riverworld, #1)

by Philip José Farmer

He called out to a woman who was standing to her waist in the water. She had a coarsely pretty face and sparkling blue eyes. ‘That is the woman who attacked Sir Robert Smithson,’ Lev, Ruach said. ‘I believe her name is Wilfreda Allport.’ Burton looked at her curiously and with appreciation of her splendid bust. He called out, ‘How’s the water?’ ‘Very nice!’ she said, smiling.

Every woman is introduced like this

The view of Loghu would yield some profit even if his attempt to talk to Alice resulted in nothing. Loghu had a beautifully rounded posterior; her buttocks were like two eggs. And she swayed as enchantingly as Alice.

Her buttocks were like two eggs 🙄

They could not see in any direction further than a strong man might make a standing broad jump.

Pretty specific

‘I didn’t ask to be put here any more than I asked to be born on Earth. I don’t intend to kowtow to another’s dictates! I mean to find The River’s end. And if I don’t, I will at least have had fun and learned much on the way!’

Even grown-up books can be about learning and having fun

It should have been paradise in Rivervalley, but it was war, war, war. Other things aside, however, war was, in this place, good (according to some)! It gave savor to life and erased boredom. Man’s greediness and aggressiveness had its worthwhile side.

War is.... good