Book Review: Children of Memory (Children of Time #3) by Adrian Tchaikovsky (five stars)
Things fall apart, though, and entropy is the landlord whose rent always gets paid.
Excellent. The best science fiction I’ve read this year. Humans colonizing not quite hostile planet. Except that most characters aren’t what they seem, even to themselves. Explores the limits of sentience, personhood, and being human.
It was a terrible thing to remember you’d hated yourself once, before that you became this you.
Attentive readers will collide with not just a folded timeline, more like a Möbius loop. Eventually gets straightened. Sort of. Loved the crows; er, ravens; er, corvids, whatever.
She should have realized that it was all a sham. Except that, when the sham is all you have, you don’t question it. Now this life is all she has, and she has questions.
Though purists may want to read all three books, this volume does the job. But then, I may have to go back and read all three in succession to decide.
As though she once stepped through a magic doorway long ago, when she was a child, and has spent a lifetime trying to return to that place.
As a Matter of Fancy 