When I went to the bookstore and picked up Dawn by Octavia E. Butler đ, I didn’t know who she was, or, more likely, I forgot. I was looking for something a bit sci-fi after my previous semi-scientific Owl book. Dawn, which I saw was about a dystopian future involving aliens from the book cover, seemed intriguing.
Well… I was wrong. Every episode seems to be like a dialogue between the main character and one of her alien abdoctors, and they are all pretty much the same. I get that there’s a point to be made here, perhaps, but it got old fast. I’m learning to appreciate books that invite me to read them and dread those that I put away in favor of my RSS feeds.