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Sourdough
by Robin Sloan
I loved Mr. Penumbra's 24-Hour Bookstore, so I was eager to read Sourdough. I didn't like this one quiiite as much as I liked Penumbra, but I still really enjoyed it. I appreciated the "underground," experimental element of the food scene that feels similar to Penumbra, and the weird integration of technology throughout. One quibble I have is that Lois made a perfect sourdough loaf her first time out, and I call foul. Maybe the author edited out a bunch of missteps, and maybe they didn't serve the story, but that magical fairy god-starter aspect didn't sit well with me. Sure, make it sing, make it light up, but don't tell me that someone will make a yeasted bread perfectly in the first attempt with no background. Nope. ANYWAY, I thought this was a fun, wacky read! Great for vacation!
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Here's a thing I believe about people my age: we are the children of Hogwarts, and more than anything we just want to be sorted. (5)
I spotted the baker' s starter sitting on the countertop in a widemouthed plastic tub. Its name was written on a band of peeling tape: CLINT YEASTWOOD. (151)
I had no idea if he [Agrippa] was serious or not. He seemed like the kind of person who cultivated that ambiguity -- who reveled in it. Generally I don't enjoy those kinds of people. (203)
We passed a shelf where a wheel of cheese had exploded into some kind of fungal overgrowth. Tall, mushroom-like fruiting bodies rose up and swayed slightly in the air disturbed by our passage. I sucked in a sharp breath.
"Is that ... there ..." I pointed. "Is that all right?"
Agrippa nodded. "Oh, it's fantastic. An empire is rising, lifting up great works." (204)
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Here's a thing I believe about people my age: we are the children of Hogwarts, and more than anything we just want to be sorted. (5)
I spotted the baker' s starter sitting on the countertop in a widemouthed plastic tub. Its name was written on a band of peeling tape: CLINT YEASTWOOD. (151)
I had no idea if he [Agrippa] was serious or not. He seemed like the kind of person who cultivated that ambiguity -- who reveled in it. Generally I don't enjoy those kinds of people. (203)
We passed a shelf where a wheel of cheese had exploded into some kind of fungal overgrowth. Tall, mushroom-like fruiting bodies rose up and swayed slightly in the air disturbed by our passage. I sucked in a sharp breath.
"Is that ... there ..." I pointed. "Is that all right?"
Agrippa nodded. "Oh, it's fantastic. An empire is rising, lifting up great works." (204)