So I spent a large chunk of today reading ZOT! Andrea was good enough to lend Andrew and I her run of the series some time ago, and I feel kinda guilty that it’s taken me so long to get around to them. Especially since Andrea has yet to recommend anything that I haven’t thoroughly enjoyed. You’d think by this point I’d have learned to shut up and get on with the reading…
It’s a weird series. I’m not sure if I really liked the early parts, to be honest. They were fun, I guess, but the just didn’t grab me. There were some nice ideas, and some lovely characters, but it all just felt a bit so-so to me.
Then I got to the closing parts of the book, the “Earth Stories”, which were the ones that Andrea had really recommended, and I understood why she’d recommended them. Funny, romantic, awkward, touching and happy. Cracking reading. There’s a lovely innocence to them that just makes you think “why can’t the real world be like that?”
Or maybe that’s just the hopelessly soppy bit of me coming to the fore. It does happen from time to time.
Excuse me while I strap on some really big boots and kick it in.