Blaise

While I do thing it's a bit of a rocky start having the book begin with the seventh voyage, as it is the most confusing one, I'd say that all the short stories in this book are fantastic and is basically "what if Stanislaw Lem wrote Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy," and also "What if Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy was actually funny?"

A good book, a great book, a valuable revisionist history. But I have been assigned it for school and reading the book makes me want to tear it, throw it, smash it, just punish it for mental anguish it causes. I would really, genuinally, rather claw my own hand for hours then continue reading this, or god forbid reread it.

this is not a science book. it's findings are the definition of banal, though it hardly focuses on that, instead focusing more on being a autobiography in disguise, though even those parts are still boring drivel. even outside of the moral implications of the author being totally okay with keeping a creature she considers sentient and her friend captive for its entire life, this book is just badly though out and esoteric