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Erase Me by Margaret Atwood
4.0
Atwood slowed the pace waaay down in Erase Me, and the Positron series is better for it.
Plot-wise, not a ton happens in this single. The events that were discussed at the end of [b:Choke Collar|15980853|Choke Collar|Margaret Atwood|http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1346541678s/15980853.jpg|21733179] came to pass.
What the series needed, and Erase Me provided, was the human element. Yes, Stan and Charmaine are still caricatures of people that are kind of horrible to one another, but now they have a bit of heart. Although they've betrayed one another both by choice and necessity, their failings are more relatable -- white-picket fence moral flaws.
I can't wait until [b:Moppet Shop|16080200|Moppet Shop|Margaret Atwood|http://www.goodreads.com/assets/nocover/60x80.png|21878618] comes out.
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Looking back on his life, he sees himself spread out on the earth like a giant covered in tiny threads that have held him down. Tiny threads of petty ares and small concerns, and fears he took seriously at the time. Debts, timetables, the need for money, for comfort; the earworm of sex, repeating itself over and over like a neural feedback loop. He's been a puppet of his own constricted desires.
Plot-wise, not a ton happens in this single. The events that were discussed at the end of [b:Choke Collar|15980853|Choke Collar|Margaret Atwood|http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1346541678s/15980853.jpg|21733179] came to pass.
What the series needed, and Erase Me provided, was the human element. Yes, Stan and Charmaine are still caricatures of people that are kind of horrible to one another, but now they have a bit of heart. Although they've betrayed one another both by choice and necessity, their failings are more relatable -- white-picket fence moral flaws.
I can't wait until [b:Moppet Shop|16080200|Moppet Shop|Margaret Atwood|http://www.goodreads.com/assets/nocover/60x80.png|21878618] comes out.
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Looking back on his life, he sees himself spread out on the earth like a giant covered in tiny threads that have held him down. Tiny threads of petty ares and small concerns, and fears he took seriously at the time. Debts, timetables, the need for money, for comfort; the earworm of sex, repeating itself over and over like a neural feedback loop. He's been a puppet of his own constricted desires.