I just finished Ann Leckie’s Ancillary Mercy. It came out on Tuesday, but I saved it until today to read because I knew I would have a long tattoo appointment to endure, and then I read the entire thing in one galloping stretch, train ride through tattoo through second train ride. Now I just want to lie dreamily on the floor.
I laughed a lot. I cried, too. I made startled and/or gleeful noises out loud at inopportune moments and drew Looks on the train. Really, so highly recommended. So much fun, and right now I am so rapturous from the reading that I can’t even be sad the trilogy is done.
That will be tomorrow, I expect.