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2002-10-10

Thanks to the books I’ve been assigned for the English course, I have turned into a slow reader. The books I’ve read outside of the assignments are carefully chosen so that I know I will like them. This is a necessity for my well-being.

Today, I’ve finished Mortal Engines by Philip Reeve. It’s published as young adult and is far too cheap in hardcover. It is also quite good. Just read the opening sentence:

It was a dark, blustery afternoon in spring, and the city of London was chasing a small mining town across the dried-out bed of the old North Sea.

It’s set in the future, the seas are gone and much has been devastated by a great war (great in terms of destruction, the war lasted for about 60-minutes). It is a city eat city world, literary. Most of the towns move around on huge tractions and they “eat” smaller towns for fuel, building material and historical artifacts. It’s fun, engaging characters and I believe I’ll expect a lot from Mr Reeves in the future. Don’t let me down. (Update: his next book isn’t scheduled until next year. Bugger. I’ll have to settle for Brust, Harrison, Banks, Noon, Pratchett and Priest. It could be a lot worse.)