Hugo winner 2312 rocks asteroid terrarium style!

2312 by Kim Stanley Robinson
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Fantastic science fiction like it should be done, with unique technology, stylistic often stream of consciousness segments that inform and leave tantalizing questions in your mind. I loved the concept of this book and Swan as the main character had me from the get go. Another great female character in the tradition of Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. The science wrapped in beauty that existed in Robinson's world is magnificent, adventurous and yes, hopeful. Ever so unique, not what I expected and delightfully so, I highly recommend this book to those who love cutting edge sci-fi.

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A Garden of Neurosis

I have a gan-green thumb. Oh yes, I can grow any little herbage in my wickedly fickle garden of irrational delights.

1. Foxglove, actually digitalis. A stimulant when the heart is under threat. This towering condo is full up with adjustment disorders; creative compulsiveness, bi-polarism, hypertension, palpitations; anxieties spinning like ferris wheels from three thirtyish to five fortyish a.m. Trepidation hypomania.
2. Forget-me-nots grow like weeds in this garden; fear of rejection, yada, yada, yada.
3. Daisy’s, of course, with their spikey “pluck-me-nots” house irritations and mood swings. They’re just so darn perky yet crush so easily.
4. Lilies, cleverly three lobed, grow from bulbs. Oh my, deep rooted apprehension and fear of being naked.
5. Blanket flowers have multi-colored petals, rough edged. They go to seed in spiked balls resembling demented clouds… multiple personalities on crack.
6. Columbine. Lovely columbines, curled, fragile petals with tails—definitely self image issues.
7. Iris’s so exotic and yet top heavy. Spanked with a few drops of rain, they topple… definitely hyper-phobic.
8. Pansies. Need I say more? They somehow, sweetly, mirror a crazy set of inferiority complexes.

Gardening is a soothing, get-dirty-with-nature, feel good exercise. You plant seeds, water them a little and your flower bed fills with blossoms of intense color and scent that lasts a short few months of warm sunshine. Glorious life in full splendor. Having said all this, I think I’ll sleep well tonight. So thanks for a sabbatical from chronic insomnia. I owe ya.