Ell finished reading Elder Race by Adrian Tchaikovsky

Elder Race by Adrian Tchaikovsky
A junior anthropologist on a distant planet must help the locals he has sworn to study to save a planet …
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A junior anthropologist on a distant planet must help the locals he has sworn to study to save a planet …
OH MY GOD I just let out the most unholy guffaw. Like this whole book is great but if was written for the express purpose of this one line I wouldn't even be mad. Masterful, totally didn't see it coming, hit me like a cylinder of nitrous to the face. 😂
I open my mouth to answer but Primrose beats me to it, stepping forward with her chest thrown out and her voice pitched loud, and for the first time it occurs to me that princesses grow up to be queens.
— A Spindle Splintered by Alix E. Harrow (Fractured Fables, #1) (Page 46)
USA Today bestselling author Alix E. Harrow’s A Spindle Splintered brings her patented charm to a new version of a …
Because her mom is always on the move, Steph hasn't lived anyplace longer than six months. Her only constant is …
I feel bad for still complaining but it's a page later and ugh, I'm so tired of just jumping right into the middle of the next scene with nothing but a section break as transition! Are they dreaming now? What's the setting? It has to have been at least several hours (sorry, "cycles") in-world, can I at least get a sentence to reset my mood from "glum and worried about my friend" before dumping me into "running for my life from a scary monster"?
So many times in this book I've been so confused about where we are and how much time has passed, and been hit by abrupt mood shifts.
I don't know if this is some sort of hip new narrative style or what, but I don't like it.
Like, yes, they're humans so it's technically in world to do the conversion, but it still bumps me out of the narrative, which may be because my investment is tenuous anyway. None of these emotional beats (and there have been a few!) feel earned, and they're just kinda bopping about the galaxy poking around for a macguffin. I'm bored.
We're halfway through the book, why are we still putting conversions from your space clock to earth time in parentheses? I know it's YA, but your clock is already suspiciously close to earth hours and days anyway, we don't need to be reminded that a metacycle is the thinly-veiled day-analogue every time, I promise!