Reading right along

Sure enough, the next book I read was Terry Pratchett's Wintersmith. As I'd expect from Pratchett, a deft use of myth and the Discworld. Also the Nac Mac Feegle who can be guaranteed to liven up anything, especially things that would devoutly prefer to remain unlivened. (Witness their encounter with a certain OLD FRIEND later on in the book...) Also, it's published this year so it's not up for a Hugo. Yet...

So, back to the list and Spin, by Robert Charles Wilson. Not shabby. Mankind suddenly finds itself living in a global field wherein time moves very slowly compared to outside; so slowly that suddenly things like stellar evolution become important... leastwise if they're ever to get out again. The possibility of becoming personally involved in the Gnab Gib should there be one is certainly a motive for all sorts of reactions. I went through several theories of What Was Going On and was at least well on the way to the answer when we got given it near the end. We already know that things will work out at least partially; the story is told in flashback. Frankly I'd have been happier if it hadn't been. But such is life - still a decent book.

Next, on to the third ebook in my pocket, Old Men's War by John Scalzi.

The "music" referred to is a recording of a pack of wolves in their nightly song, with all the other noises of crickets, rainstorms and whatnot. I'm a bit reminded of Vicky's comments about the "silence" of the wild after her first trip up to Angeles Crest Christian Camp - apparently several owls nested near her cabin and made a terrific racket all night.