I just finished The Thousand Earths by S. Baxter. It was very, very good. It explored a breadth of settings that was stitched together by brief interludes of a 22nd century traveler. While I enjoyed it and thought it well constructed and excellently laid out, I was saddened by how setting driven it was, as opposed to character driven.
Never thought the day would come where I wanted to read about a love plot in my scifi.
That said why does it seem like so many books are about humanity at the heat death of the universe? That’s what my last scifi book was on too…
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“ why does it seem like so many books are about humanity at the heat death of the universe?”
*Glances briefly at, well, everything*
I suppose you got to write what you know
