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The problems and issues of living permanently on a space ship were fascinating but ultimately, they were human issues. Even the one regular alien in the story was studying human society and for me, the joy of the previous two books was in the way they described human interaction with machine or alien cultures and people. The stories tread a path of hints and snippets that introduced the reader to each aspect of the alien cultures as if the discovery was their own. Most books just tell the reader what is going on and this path of social discovery was just not as apparent in this book.


This storytelling technique usually brings the set of characters together earlier or at least makes it clear what their relationship is. At first, I thought we were going to have that relationship center on the disaster that opens the book, but that seems to have been forgotten... which is another problem I'm having. 40,000 people die in a major disaster and it seems to have very little effect both on the remaining society and on the characters we're following so... again, why am I reading this?
Both of her earlier books were character focused but they both actually had things happen and the characters were together so we got to see how they related to one another and to the situations in which they were placed.
Disappointed so far.

I had to restart the story 3 times to get brain to take it in. It was only at the 40% mark that I really got into the story. As soon as I become interested in a storyline it stops. Like Rick, I felt there was context to early parts. Has the author brought the characters together at some stage it realky would have helped me too.




TBH I don't think it would matter if you hadn't even read the others. Except for having encountered some of tthe species before and some of the unusual pronouns, there is no link.

The tone is much different in each of these three books.
Its definitely a slow burner. 70 pages in, and the same strong character development I would expect from her but certainly a different feel to it.

It does seem at first that all of the characters were (mostly) unrelated and it is true that there is no one driving purpose, like there is in her other two books, to pull the story together.
At least, there wasn't until I started thinking of humanity/the Exodan Fleet as the MC. The actual characters we follow are side characters showing us the shape of the MC (the fleet) which is too big to the encompassed in the page.
I thought it was very philosophical about us as a species and about how we could evolve to be better over time.
It was slow, and not a lot happened, but I still enjoyed it. It reminded me a little of 19thC novels (something like Henry James or Anthony Trollope maybe?) where the plot is not really the point.

I'm so sad... this book, I was looking forward to it the whole year.
And while I love the cozy, warm atmosphere, I just cannot get myself to pick up it at the moment.
I don't know. Reading that you all had some form of the same issue is comforting though.
Maybe I just need a bit more peace and quiet to actually enjoy a slow paced story.


The problem I have so far (40% into this) is that I don't know why I'm reading this. Why these characters? They don't (so far) interact unlike the crew in Long Way... or Pepper, Sidra, Blue and the others in A Closed and Common Orbit. It feels utterly random and, while each chapter is well-written, I don't have any feel for why I'm being asked to read about this.
Just finished last night. I quite enjoyed it but it is very slow and all about the characters but no real plot. It is sort of tied together but not completely. But still enjoy d the individual character stories , more of a series of short stories running side by side.
I'd like to see a shift back in her next book but still liked this one, just not as much as the previous two
I'd like to see a shift back in her next book but still liked this one, just not as much as the previous two

I liked pretty much all the characters and how they developed. Its only reading the comments above that I realised the inconsistency with Sawyer coming from a crime filled planet and falling in with the scavengers so easily.
I found all the little ways on the fleet really interesting. Like the way bodies were dealt with, the fact that everyone had compulsory sanitation shifts and such things. I loved the fact that Kip found his way back and made peace with his life.
It begs the question though, would you like to settle in space on a ship or do you think you would ultimately settle on a planet?

I don't think I could live on a space ship that doesn't go anywhere! Ships were meant for travel. Also, I found the attitude of the people there a bit hard to take. Okay, they have learned their lesson, they waste nothing but they are really taking the moral high ground about it! They have completely seperated themselves from the planet and live in what they see as some kind of utopia. It is not sustainable. Their children are already itchy feet.
Sorry....this is not a very fun answer but it did seem to a theme throughout the book. The stories that we followed showed a different way of thinking between the generations.






For example, Wheel of TIme has a lot of stuff in it that simply describes the world but that doesn't actually move the story ahead at all. I read part of the first book and as Rand and his father are riding somewhere we have a page and a half describing the road to a village. Some people love this... it makes them feel the world. It drives me crazy, but that's me.
So.... if you liked Record... are you also the kind of reader who likes what I'm calling tourist SFF?


I did think the use of the Harmagian was well done and added weight to the story and the scene of the funeral and Kip was very moving. I would give this a 3 or 3.5 only although the writing was good the story didn't have enough interaction between the characters to really bring it all together for me.

WoT counts for me. Again, I'm not using the term as a put down but more as the kind of fantasy that immerses the reader in the world of the book with a lot of description and characterization that doesn't move the plot forward.
Here's an example from Eye Of The World:
Soon the street opened onto the Green, a broad expanse in the middle of the village. Usually covered with thick grass, the Green this spring showed only a few fresh patches among the yellowish brown of dead grass and the black of bare earth. A double handful of geese waddled about, beadily eyeing the ground but not finding anything worth pecking, and someone had tethered a milkcow to crop the sparse growth.
Toward the west end of the Green, the Winespring itself gushed out of a low stone outcrop in a flow that never failed, a flow strong enough to knock a man down and sweet enough to justify its name a dozen times over. From the spring the rapidly widening Winespring Water ran swiftly off to the east, willows dotting its banks all the way to Master Thane’s mill and beyond, until it split into dozens of streams in the swampy depths of the Waterwood. Two low, railed footbridges crossed the clear stream at the Green, and one bridge wider than the others and stout enough to bear wagons. The Wagon Bridge marked where the North Road, coming down from Taren Ferry and Watch Hill, became the Old Road, leading to Deven Ride. Outsiders sometimes found it funny that the road had one name to the north and another to the south, but that was the way it had always been, as far as anyone in Emond’s Field knew, and that was that. It was a good enough reason for Two Rivers people.
On the far side of the bridges, the mounds were already building for the Bel Tine fires, three careful stacks of logs almost as big as houses. They had to be on cleared dirt, of course, not on the Green, even sparse as it was. What of Festival did not take place around the fires would happen on the Green.
Near the Winespring a score of older women sang softly as they erected the Spring Pole. Shorn of its branches, the straight, slender trunk of a fir tree stood ten feet high even in the hole they had dug for it. A knot of girls too young to wear their hair braided sat cross-legged and watched enviously, occasionally singing snatches of the song the women sang.
Tam clucked at Bela as if to make her speed her pace, though she ignored it, and Rand studiously kept his eyes from what the women were doing. In the morning the men would pretend to be surprised to find the Pole, then at noon the unmarried women would dance the Pole, entwining it with long, colored ribbons while the unmarried men sang. No one knew when the custom began or why—it was another thing that was the way it had always been—but it was an excuse to sing and dance, and nobody in the Two Rivers needed much excuse for that.
The whole day of Bel Tine would be taken up with singing and dancing and feasting, with time out for footraces, and contests in almost everything. Prizes would be given not only in archery, but for the best with the sling, and the quarterstaff. There would be contests at solving riddles and puzzles, at the rope tug, and lifting and tossing weights, prizes for the best singer, the best dancer and the best fiddle player, for the quickest to shear a sheep, even the best at bowls, and at darts.
Bel Tine was supposed to come when spring had well and truly arrived, the first lambs born and the first crop up. Even with the cold hanging on, though, no one had any idea of putting it off. Everyone could use a little singing and dancing. And to top everything, if the rumors could be believed, a grand display of fireworks was planned for the Green—if the first peddler of the year appeared in time, of course. That had been causing considerable talk; it was ten years since the last such display, and that was still talked about.
The Winespring Inn stood at the east end of the Green, hard beside the Wagon Bridge. The first floor of the inn was river rock, though the foundation was of older stone some said came from the mountains. The whitewashed second story—where Brandelwyn al’Vere, the innkeeper and Mayor of Emond’s Field for the past twenty years, lived in the back with his wife and daughters—jutted out over the lower floor all the way around. Red roof tile, the only such roof in the village, glittered in the weak sunlight, and smoke drifted from three of the inn’s dozen tall chimneys.
At the south end of the inn, away from the stream, stretched the remains of a much larger stone foundation, once part of the inn—or so it was said. A huge oak grew in the middle of it now, with a bole thirty paces around and spreading branches as thick as a man. In the summer, Bran al’Vere set tables and benches under those branches, shady with leaves then, where people could enjoy a cup and a cooling breeze while they talked or perhaps set out a board for a game of stones.
I mean... that's ALL description. It isn't remotely needed to move the plot forward but the vast amount of detail envelopes the reader and is what I mean by 'tourist' fantasy.


Fantastic worldbuilding though, really liked learning more about the Fleet and how humans fit into this universe.

I had to ..."
Yeah, it takes about 70% until the separate narrative threads come together. Even then, Tessa's never really comes together with anyone else's.

A Closed and Common Orbit was my favorite because of Pepper. She held the novel together.


This doesn't mean that non-tourist fiction is lacking world building but that the world is built by telling me a story. The example I use is Harry Connolly's The Way Into Chaos books. Very cool fantasy, complex, rich world, several interesting characters... and not a chapter to be seen where we loll around. Everything moves the story forward.
Basically, it's slice-of-life fiction - here's a place, here are some people. Nothing really happens, let's watch them a while. For me, that's incredibly boring - when I pick up a book, I'm expecting to be told a story and slice of life stuff isn't doing that.
On this book... I'll put it this way. I've not picked it up in weeks even though I really kind of want something to read. Instead, I've read other things. I can't recall being so disappointed in a book for a long time.


Finished. I agree with the comments this is the weakest of the series so far, but still enjoyable.
It's odd that she's doing a shared world but no overlapping characters. She's a great writer, and her characterizations are great, but it's a bit jarring that the characters never carry over.
Sawyer was amazingly naive. I liked Eyas a lot. Kip was, well, a dumb teen doing dumb teen things.
It was a good read, but I didn't love it.
It's odd that she's doing a shared world but no overlapping characters. She's a great writer, and her characterizations are great, but it's a bit jarring that the characters never carry over.
Sawyer was amazingly naive. I liked Eyas a lot. Kip was, well, a dumb teen doing dumb teen things.
It was a good read, but I didn't love it.

I didn't really connect with any of the other characters either, though I did like Aya, the poor kid and the terrible thing her "friends" did to her was pretty upsetting to me :(