Space Station Mir

I've been saying I'm going to read London Falling by Paul Cornell. I'm not. Or rather, I'm not going to finish it. As soon as I started reading it became clear that despite the promise of dark fantasy and the lure of a former "Dr. Who" screenwriter, this is not a book for me. The beginning of the novel, at least, reads more like a police procedural, taking place on the dodgy side of London. It features hard-boiled and corrupt cops with Cockney accents. Some readers might eat this up with crumpets and lick their lips. It's just not my cup of tea, and I'm not going to finish it for the sake of finishing it. I gave it the old 50-page try, and if you think you'd like it better, please be my guest! Seriously. I will give away my copy, which I received from the publisher, to the first commenter who lives within the continental United States. Comment away! *Edit* A friend of mine has claimed my copy of the book, I hope she enjoys it!

To be honest, I've been swamped these past several months, between graduate school, my health, and my current summer job. And there have been packages filled with review books just sitting on the floor of my room. Since April. And I just opened them And man oh man, I wish I had opened them earlier. Remember when I raved about Ian Tregellis' The Coldest War ? On April 30 of this year, the final book in the trilogy, Necessary Evil , came out. And I have a copy. And, Tor, I wish I could have gotten you a review earlier, but I promise there will be one coming ASAP. I also received Tarnished by Rhiannon Held, a sequel to last year's Silver , and London Falling by Paul Cornell, which I've heard excellent things about. Cornell is a writer for Doctor Who. Dear Tor, A very belated thank-you from this swamped critic, whom you have nevertheless made very, very happy. I'll do my best to return the favor.* Sincerely, Space Station Mir *Don't w...