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A review by liomee
Nowhere Else by Felicia Davin
5.0
If school was hell, this one’s for you.
After that dedication, I was in. Jokes aside, this book was my favourite out of the trilogy. It had a kindness and calm about it, especially for the first 40% maybe, that I enjoyed very much. Loved Jakes robots and Sols cats.
(Talking to) Robots:
“You’re well on your way to a career as a forger,” he told her, and then felt bad. “Or a regular artist, I guess. Didn’t mean to assume you couldn’t make original work.”
Cats:
Niels Bohr curled up in the small of Lange’s back and purred. Smug asshole cat.
I loved that the focus was on these two this time, and wish there were more books, but I think this one wrapped it up nicely. It was easily my favourite out of the trilogy. It also had some gut punches.
Other people were friendly with each other all the time. It was meaningless, and yet it meant everything. Like a man who’d been slowly freezing to death, Solomon had gone numb to his own loneliness, unable to feel it until the temperature suddenly changed. He’d craved solitude, not total isolation, and somewhere in his adult life, one had given way to the other.
And honestly some beautiful lines in between some good old smut.
But perhaps the two of them formed a shape whose contours could not be so easily described.
A book about giving and taking, making mistakes and trying to repair and learn self control, and letting go when you need to. An emotional and impulsive 5* from me.
How shitty that there was no equation you could write or machine you could build that would stop bad things from happening. No matter how smart you were, or how careful, or how kind, or how deserving of kindness, still life might make you suffer.
After that dedication, I was in. Jokes aside, this book was my favourite out of the trilogy. It had a kindness and calm about it, especially for the first 40% maybe, that I enjoyed very much. Loved Jakes robots and Sols cats.
(Talking to) Robots:
“You’re well on your way to a career as a forger,” he told her, and then felt bad. “Or a regular artist, I guess. Didn’t mean to assume you couldn’t make original work.”
Cats:
Niels Bohr curled up in the small of Lange’s back and purred. Smug asshole cat.
I loved that the focus was on these two this time, and wish there were more books, but I think this one wrapped it up nicely. It was easily my favourite out of the trilogy. It also had some gut punches.
Other people were friendly with each other all the time. It was meaningless, and yet it meant everything. Like a man who’d been slowly freezing to death, Solomon had gone numb to his own loneliness, unable to feel it until the temperature suddenly changed. He’d craved solitude, not total isolation, and somewhere in his adult life, one had given way to the other.
And honestly some beautiful lines in between some good old smut.
But perhaps the two of them formed a shape whose contours could not be so easily described.
A book about giving and taking, making mistakes and trying to repair and learn self control, and letting go when you need to. An emotional and impulsive 5* from me.
How shitty that there was no equation you could write or machine you could build that would stop bad things from happening. No matter how smart you were, or how careful, or how kind, or how deserving of kindness, still life might make you suffer.