The Mad Scientist's Daughter

I wanted to read this for robots. Instead I got a monotonous portrayal of a hollow shell of a woman, who might be an artist and might be in love with a robot, but more likely she's in love with herself and refuses to admit it. I'm done.

What I really liked about this book is the depiction of the future. Climate change “disasters” caused huge shifts in where & how people lived, yet they just kept on adjusting - and making the same mistakes.

That's not really the main story, but it was so believable as the framework in which the story is set that it made the main story all the more poignant. The more things change, the more they stay the same.

This book takes us on a journey through the life, successes, failures, learning and loves of a main character who isn't special in any way, isn't magical, or super intelligent, she just is. And what she is turns out to be someone with many flaws and mistakes, very human, very real, and very painful and beautiful to read in many different places. This isn't a book about scifi, or about the future, it isn't even really a romance, though it certainly has that as a central part of the story. I think it's more about seeing this character grow and develop, and suffer and break, and then come through the suffering put together in a new and different way. It's jarring, not because it's a lie or it's written badly, but because it's truth. And in that truth, I find hope.

This is one of those books that will stay with me for the rest of my life and I truly hadn't expected that.

I don't like writing reviews with spoilers (although I reserve the right to change my mind later on), but what I will say is that after I read this book I stared out through my spring filled window, and breathed, perhaps for the first time in a long time. I watched the journey of the main character, I saw her shatter and break, and then finally attain a sort of freedom... from herself. It was glorious, and heartbreaking, and it made me think about all my mistakes, and whether or not they will lead me to an eventual freedom.

This book made me feel, cliche, I know, but it pierced its way into my soul with its deftly written prose, its languorous descriptions that were just right and a tone that felt like wading through molasses at the speed of light (I may have taken some liberties with this metaphor, but I'm going to leave it there because it feels right).

I'll be over here drinking my cup of coffee, thinking about the book for the next few hours, while you should go out and get a copy and read it, because I said so.