I finished The Stars My Destination
last weekend - I came away from it thinking that it was very much a story of its time, albeit with more female characters than your average 1950s space opera.
Having finally gotten through Kim Stanley Robinson's Mars trilogy a few months ago, I decided to try reading another trilogy that I'd previously put down partway through - Stephen Baxter's Manifold trilogy (Manifold: Space
, Manifold: Time
, and Manifold: Origin
). I think the problem I'd previously had was that I wasn't spending a whole lot of time reading for pleasure, and so they were hard to get into. Nowadays, I have about half an hour every morning on the bus when all I have to do is read, so I'm finding it easier this time.
I'm still accumulating new books faster than I can read them, though - on Monday I picked up the latest Charlie Stross Laundry
novel, and Life on the Preservation
, by Jack Skillingstead. At the rate I'm going, I'm never going to finish everything on my shelf.