Jason
I absolutely did not expect to be so moved by such a short story. I haven't cried reading a book for years. It took this tiny little tale to bring it out of me. Beautiful. Sad. Lonely.
I absolutely did not expect to be so moved by such a short story. I haven't cried reading a book for years. It took this tiny little tale to bring it out of me. Beautiful. Sad. Lonely.
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ugh
I hate it
I love it
I hate it
I love it
That was my journey with this.
I originally started reading this a couple of years ago and DNF at about 20%. It's one of only two books I've ever not finished.
But it kept popping up as recommended and I had now seen the movie (loved!) and I though, "Give it another go".
15% in I was ready to drop it again for exactly the same reasons.
Mark Watney comes across as a know it all, condescending douchebag with terrible Dad humour.
I'm a Dad.. I know what bad Dad humour sounds like.
And I was forced to listen to him rabbit on for quarter of the book - which essentially amounted to a math's lesson. I swear there were more numbers in this book at this stage than words;
"I'm screwed. However, the body needs 2 litres of water every day to survive, which I can get if I split the atom of 376 oxygens and combine with 800 hydrogens, while parsing them over 65 potatoes under 200psi of pressure at a temperature of 100 kelvin. But I must do this over 56 hours under a strict light intensity of 100 lumens. The advantage of this is that it will also generate 25 pirate-ninjas of power".
ugh
UGH
UUUUGGGHHHHH!!
I feel like Mark Watney was just a vessel for Andy Weir to show the world how bloody smart he thinks he is.
But I'm a tougher reader now so I persevered.
And then something wonderful happened. Mission control. NASA. Other characters. People who were just people solving a problem and with a real personality and a PLOT.
I LOVED these parts of the book.
Unfortunately they kept being in interrupted by Mark F*cking Watney.
Seriously, just let the dude die on that cold red planet. It would have been more interesting just to follow NASA's attempt at retrieving his body for a memorial service.
5 stars for NASA. 1 for Watney.
ugh
I hate it
I love it
I hate it
I love it
That was my journey with this.
I originally started reading this a couple of years ago and DNF at about 20%. It's one of only two books I've ever not finished.
But it kept popping up as recommended and I had now seen the movie (loved!) and I though, "Give it another go".
15% in I was ready to drop it again for exactly the same reasons.
Mark Watney comes across as a know it all, condescending douchebag with terrible Dad humour.
I'm a Dad.. I know what bad Dad humour sounds like.
And I was forced to listen to him rabbit on for quarter of the book - which essentially amounted to a math's lesson. I swear there were more numbers in this book at this stage than words;
"I'm screwed. However, the body needs 2 litres of water every day to survive, which I can get if I split the atom of 376 oxygens and combine with 800 hydrogens, while parsing them over 65 potatoes under 200psi of pressure at a temperature of 100 kelvin. But I must do this over 56 hours under a strict light intensity of 100 lumens. The advantage of this is that it will also generate 25 pirate-ninjas of power".
ugh
UGH
UUUUGGGHHHHH!!
I feel like Mark Watney was just a vessel for Andy Weir to show the world how bloody smart he thinks he is.
But I'm a tougher reader now so I persevered.
And then something wonderful happened. Mission control. NASA. Other characters. People who were just people solving a problem and with a real personality and a PLOT.
I LOVED these parts of the book.
Unfortunately they kept being in interrupted by Mark F*cking Watney.
Seriously, just let the dude die on that cold red planet. It would have been more interesting just to follow NASA's attempt at retrieving his body for a memorial service.
5 stars for NASA. 1 for Watney.
