science fiction, new weird, old weird, very weird - and everything else
not always save for work. never nice.
Book: I'm going to tell you about some poor SOBs on a spaceship, falling through space for thousands of millennia, being awake only some days every thousand years, eating wormholes into the universe...
Me: Oh, in that Valente-book, wormholes looked just like really big Great Pandas.
Book: Erm, okay. Anyway, our protagonist are more than sixty million years from home, facing the occasional demon coming through the gates. They try to stage a revolution to fight an enemy that never sleeps, that sees everything, hears everything...
Me: Really, really huge fluffy Pandas.
Book: They have to keep their plans secret, but the ship offers few hiding places, like artificial forests with...
Book: ...trees which look like someone build them "from the blood vessels of slaughtered giants: flushed out the blood and replaced it with tar."
This is going really well :)