Lois McMaster Bujold is one of my favorite authors. I have read all of her Miles Vorkosigan/Naismith books, none of which I would categorize as potboilers. For the sheer enjoyment of it I just re-read Falling Free which takes place in the same universe about 200 years before Miles' birth.

Like so many science fiction novels, Bujold's book looks at what makes us human, what defines our humanity and specifically at the issue of physical mutations or should I say differently abled people. I think I've got the politically correct term there, but if not, well, I've always had a problem keeping up with (or bothering to use) the most up-to-date politically correct terminology.

Falling Free is also just a plain good old-fashioned adventure story, as are all of her books. I'm always disappointed when I finish reading one because I want more. The Curse of Chalion, though not a Miles Vorkosigan book, was excellent, also, proving that she is a versatile writer.

It's becoming more and more obvious to me that I need a second home--for my books. Even with my efforts to declare an end to my ownership of some of them and my sending them on to new homes, I am still being crowded out by books, books I love, books to be read, books in the process of being read, books, books, books. I'd love to own a bookstore, wouldn't you?