My rating: 5 of 5 stars
This book is the stuff rainy days and blankies and tea were made for.
Responsible Deb: “You’ve got a final term paper due in two days and it’s a decent draft but it needs work and why are you goofing off reading this book?”
Bookworm Deb: “Because his habitat just blew up and his potatoes are everywhere and how is this plucky, clever, smartass astronaut going to get out of this one? Duct tape doesn’t fix everything, you know.”
Responsible Deb: “Hey. That term paper isn’t going to write itself. You’ve got MLA citations to figure out.”
Bookworm Deb: “But, the genius NASA underling just pulled off an act of beautiful subterfuge and I have to see if there’s mutiny. Mutiny, I say!”
Responsible Deb: “Besides, you need to do laundry.”
Bookworm Deb: “But he’s upside-down in the dirt and time is running out but still he keeps cracking jokes about the world watching “www.watch-mark-watney-die.com“ even though he made his own sextant to navigate with, because math is awesome, and he just keeps going and going. On Mars.”
Responsible Deb: “Don’t you have enough sleep issues without staying up half the night reading a book?”
Bookworm Deb: “But…hydrogen! Nitrogen! Radiation! He’s going to be Iron Man. What do you not get about this? Iron Man!”
Which is why I have a final paper due tomorrow and only a second draft written, and I’m going off to work in yesterday’s socks with no sleep, and this book was totally worth it.
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