#my time is limited but GOSH DARNIT I WANT TO DO SOMETHING WITH THIS

[anartisticalniche]

Okay, time for a decision.

Was thinking about A Corsair Freebooter and how I wanted to continue it.

And since I'm a indecisive bitch (🤣), I'll ask you guys instead.

If yall would prefer the latter option, I will think about making an AO3 account as well, maybe.

[godofsexdrugsandrocknroll]

Jaune’s Father: “Walk the walk Jaune and talking the talk will come natural”

Jaune: *Stunned by Pyrrha kissing him*

Pyrrha: *About to shove Jaune in the rocket locker*

Jaune: *Feels Pyrrha’s hands on his chest, misinterprets and shoves his tongue down Pyrrha’s throat*

Pyrrha: *Eyes open in shock* MMMMPPPHHH!!!!! *Flustered by her naughtiest dreams coming true*

Jaune: *Enjoying the kiss, grabs and squeezes Pyrrha’s asscheeks*

Pyrrha: *Squeals, tries to push Jaune off*

Jaune: *Thinking Pyrrha’s about to push him into the locker and run off to die, panics*

Pyrrha: *Pyrrha’s brain shuts down as Jaune’s thigh rubs against her core, loses the ability to stand upright*

Jaune: *Spins, pushes a dazed Pyrrha in the locker and sets it off*

Pyrrha: *Already three hundred feet from Jaune* W-what, no! No! NOOOO!!! *Incredibly angry* Gosh flipping darnit girl, you l-let him get you all riled up and now he’s going to get himself killed!

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Jaune: *In an elevator* This is officially the stupidest idea you’ve ever had! Even worse than the stuff with Cardin, worse than the Deathstalker, worse than the time you took the blame for Coral breaking the window and somehow, someway, worse than the time you let Saphron put you in a dress, do your makeup and practice kissing a ‘girl’!

Elevator: *Shakes ominously*

Jaune: *Pale* I mean you just had your first real kiss with a girl, you felt her ass up and holy gods does Pyrrha have a nice, tight, big one, you’re still hard as diamonds and instead of running from the school that literally had a hole burnt through it by some kind of fucking firebreathing Grimm abomination, you go in! *Elevator goes into freefall*

Elevator: *Jaune’s screams replace screeching metal, crashes*

Jaune: *Climbs out, unharmed but aura has shattered* There’s got to be a limit, Jaune! Sure I turned Pyrrha to putty in my hands but that should not translate into running headfirst into certain death! Stupid Dad and his stupid advice! *Is hit in the head by a cane* Fucking ow! What the shit!?

*Witnesses Ozpin firing a gout of emerald fire that clashes with two huge streams of fire from the hot Haven girls hands*

Jaune: Oh what the fuck. And here I thought walking the walk was gonna be cool. Stupid Pyrrha. *Ducks underneath a scintillating jade orb thrown by Ozpin which vaporizes the elevator leaving nothing behind, in a falsetto* ‘Oh I’ll just kiss him and he’ll be so surprised and then I’ll shove him in a locker and go do something that’ll probably get myself killed. Teehee!’ *Breathes out* Not that I’m doing any better. The hot but apparently crazy Haven chick can fucking fly and - is that a tornado, ohhhh I’m gonna die - and Ozpin’s...

*Sees Amber*

Jaune: Is going to go to prison because this is a sex dungeon. Okay, Okay, you’re cool. Sure it was unanimously decided Pyrrha was going into the singles portion of the tournament and you nearly broke your neck twice getting down here, but something tells me sad Pyrrha has something to do with this. *Pauses* Which makes me wanna punch Ozpin, but question the pedo headmaster after you help!

*Sees Ozpin get a glass spear through the left lung*

Jaune: *Quickly* Or not. Okay, she’s monologuing, that’s good. Sneak, sneak, sneak-sneak-sneak. Blah, blah, magic? Really lady? Add delusional on top of crazy. Just get in closer, give her a nice kick to the ass and Ozpin will use his weird green themed semblance to obliterate her. *Hears Pyrrha mentioned* Ignore the urge to kick the dying sicko in the nuts, just focus on hurting the crazy chick who was apparently gonna kill my sorta-kinda-maybe girlfriend. Just nice, slowly, easily, quietleee-- *trips over his shoelace* --EEEEEEYYYOOOOPPPP!!!

Cinder: *Coughs wetly, stares at the sword sticking through her chest* H-how...?

*Cinder falls on top of Ozpin, her body crushed between the Headmasters and the shellshocked Jaune’s*

Ozpin: *Confused and dying* Mr. Arc?

Jaune: *High pitched* IswearIonlymeanttokickherintheasssoyoucouldfinishhereoff!

Ozpin: *Coughs* I believe you. Unfortunately it was not to be. You pierced her straight through the heart.

Jaune: I didn’t mean to?

Ozpin: And in doing so you’ve saved miss Nikos from a terribly cruel fate.

Jaune: Oh. That’s good. I’m pretty sure that if she hadn’t tried to shove me in that stupid rocket locker there’s at least a 50% chance Pyrrha would’ve jumped my bones, Grimm invasion or not.

Ozpin: *Groans in dismay* Only to quite possibly doom yourself to one.

Jaune: *Suddenly at full attention* You say what now?

Ozpin: You’ve stabbed me as well. *Sees Jaune about to speak* You’ve stabbed my other lung, young man.

Jaune: I-I’m sorry?

Ozpin: Not yet you aren’t. Usually when I reincarnate it’s some unlucky, random bastard. But you’ve imprinted on me.

Jaune: What.

Ozpin: I’m an immortal wizard who, when he dies, his soul and consciousness along with all his memories are transferred into a new man’s preexisting body.

Jaune: *Panicking* I don’t want you in my head, headmaster! On the off chance you’re not just a nasty pedophile, I really don’t want you in my head! I don’t think you wanna be there either! *Ozpin doesn’t respond* Professor? *Still nothing* Headmaster! *Ozpin is dead, Jaune* Ozpin you old fuck, don’t you dare, I don’t wanna hear your voice when I’m deep dicking my hot redheaded partner!

Ozpin: *Body explodes into green motes of light which Jaune inhales*

Jaune: AAAHHH, I DON’T CONSET, I DON’T CONSENT!

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Pyrrha: *Bringing dat ass back, clapping his groin* Oh Jaune, oh gods yes I love it, I love your cock so-s-s-so much! *Twists and twirls her booty on his cock* Oh f-fuck, I’m gonna cum agaaaaaiiinn!!

Jaune: *Going hard, closing in*

Pyrrha: Oh yes, please, harder, I’m gonna cum all over that delicious Arc meat again and o-o-oh shit, fuck yes Jaune, fill your slutty Nikos bitch up with your hot jizz!

Ozpin: *Mentally* She’d be cumming harder if you did what I suggested.

Jaune: *Mentally, trying to focus on Pyrrha’s voice and the image of her* Shut up. This is me time you parasite and I don’t care how long you’ve lived, I don’t need advice from the guy who’s ex is out to end the world.

Ozpin: *Mentally* I’m just saying, miss Nikos is a natural born sub. Placing your foot on her head and giving her what I’m telling you she absolutely wants by degrading her, lambasting her the way she does herself and I guarantee you the rewards will be worth it. I know you’ve been eying her anus for quite some time now, give her what she wants--

Jaune: *Mentally, pushes in deeper which makes Pyrrha wail* I knew I couldn’t trust you to shut up! ‘Oh no, the time you spend with miss Nikos will be your own, I’m just an old soul here to help you fight my batshit crazy ex’ and now you’re trying to live vicariously through me! *Eyes widen as Pyrrha spreads her cheeks, lying facefirst on the bed and moaning*

Ozpin: *Mentally, smugly* Oh of course. You certainly don’t want advice from a man who has slept with literally thousands of women. She’s cumming, by the way.

Pyrrha: Ooooohhhh gods, yesyesyesyesyesyesyes I’m fucking cummiiiiiinnnngggg!!!!!!!!! Fuck, fuck, fuuuu~uuuck you’re so fucking gooooood!!!!!

Jaune: *Cumming his brains out*

Ozpin: *Mentally* Good to see you plan on following my advice next round, Jaune. If you feel like paying me back, you could always just tell Pyrrha that you’ve gone through my memories and developed a taste for hardcore, mistress of pain BDSM.

Jaune: *Mentally, lying on Pyrrha’s pronebone body, still inside as they both recover* This is all Dad’s fault. No amount of badass magic is worth this.

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I wanted one of these to have the advice backfire while still working and while I thought about it being an eventual Raven Jaune’s Father, I realized Pyrrha offered the best opportunity ever in the form of Ozpin, the unwanted and overly friendly brain ghost.

Hopefully any hardcore Arkos fans reading this don’t mind this one being the lewder, screwier one.

[storytellertreehouse]

Hi Rachel! Sorry to bother you, but I just read your post about applying and finally getting the nickternship. I’m a senior in college right now, with only one semester left, and I’m really scared of graduating without landing any internships. Do you have any advice for staying positive? I get so discouraged sometimes, even though I know rejection is very normal.

Hey there, thanks for dropping by! This is a FANTASTIC question, and I’m going to give a two-part answer.

First, regarding the challenge of staying positive: I KNOW. It’s not easy. I got dozens of rejections throughout my years in school (and even after). The truth is, it will always be hard to hear “No” from a company or job you really wanted. But it also doesn’t have to destroy you! Here are a few ways I coped:

Game-ify the process

This will look different for everyone. Basically, it means setting up rules (like a game) and using them to keep yourself moving forward. For me, this meant keeping track in a spreadsheet of all the internships and jobs I applied for, the contact info of their recruiter (if known), the date applied, and the response/date heard back from them. Every time I got a rejection (which was a lot), I made myself apply for at least two more positions. It became a game to “collect as many rejections as possible” before I graduated.

Allow yourself to feel bad for one day

You do need to let yourself deal with the negative emotions. But the trick is putting a limit on your “poor me” time! Eat some ice cream, watch a movie, and go to bed at a decent hour. Then wake up the next morning and do something productive and active! Don’t let yourself wallow too long, or it’ll start to affect your lifestyle.  I’ve found the best trick to combat discouragement is to make progress on SOMETHING - whether that’s related to schoolwork, a personal project, or even just going on a brisk walk or bike ride! Get yourself moving, and it WILL help.

A practical application of spite

Okay, YMMV on this one. But it does take a certain amount of grit in order to make it, especially in the entertainment industry! You’ll get kind, thoughtful rejections, and you’ll get rude ones. You’ll mostly get generic form letters that have no personalization whatsoever. In my opinion, those are the worst, because I never know if they even looked at my work! If you can use spite to your advantage, more power to ya. Prove them wrong, make ‘em wish they hired you when they had the chance!

Know that it isn’t personal

This can be hard to grasp, especially when you’re on the “hire me plz” side of things. Since I’ve been at Nick, I’ve had the opportunity to be on the hiring side of the table, and gOSH DarNit I hate telling people no! :( It’s usually a case where all the candidates are great, and any of them would be a solid choice, but we can only hire one person. This is why you shouldn’t give up! Eventually you’ll be someone’s top choice!OKAY NOW FOR THE FUN STUFF: Practical advice for landing an (animation) internship in college! Even though you can’t force someone to say yes, you CAN make it easier for them to pick you. Here are some tips:

Level up your cover letter and interview skills. Always submit a cover letter with your resume, and you’ll be ahead of most of the pack! I may do a post about cover letters at some point, but you can also get advice from your career center at your college. They might also offer interview advice. The more times you practice, the more likely you’ll rock an interview once you get one!  

Think outside the box! So many of my peers just applied for Disney and Pixar internships, passing up smaller studios and other viable options. Do some research and find an indie commercial studio in your city, or an online music video internship. Anything even remotely related to your field can help your resume and lead to other jobs.

Talk to your professors. My first “internship” was basically a glorified teaching assistant job with my film professor. It was great! I was given a lot of freedom to do some pre-production on one of her independent films. You usually can’t do that at a big studio! Talk to your favorite professors and ask if you can do an internship or independent study with them.

Volunteer on someone’s project. The beauty of the internet is that you can connect with people around the globe who are working on cool projects. Find an independent animator or filmmaker and offer your services for free for a short time, just to learn. And you can put this on your resume under “related experience.”

Find a mentorship with an industry pro. I took two different art mentorships - one during college, and one the summer after I graduated. Again, not only do these offer the opportunity to make connections with people who work in the industry, but they also look great on a resume or cover letter.

This isn’t your last chance. Even if you don’t get an internship during college, you can still be eligible for many apprenticeships and internships after graduating. You can also do a lot of the above options even if you’re not a student. And in the worst-case scenario, if you’re still not getting anything, you can enroll in a community college class and keep applying! I know a couple of people who got into the Nickternship this way, so it’s totally valid.

Okay, sorry for the monster post in response to your question, but I just want you to know you’re not alone, and that there’s always hope. Keep up the good work, and blessings on your internship search!

[jaceyneedsabetterusername]

All I Need~ Part 9

Pairings: Josh Dun x Pregnant!Reader

Overview: You move to Columbus, Ohio to live with your brother after your ex-boyfriend becomes abusive after telling him of a surprise pregnancy. You become involved in the church and unknowingly befriend the Dun family. After finally meeting Josh, there’s a connection between the two of you that lands you in some complicated situations.

Warnings: None

Y/N = Your Name

Y/B/N = Your Brother’s Name

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4 Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8

You’d had a countdown until you could go on maternity leave for weeks, which was a surprising perk to your job. Of course you knew that jobs were legally required to give maternity leave but it seemed strange that a comic book shop would have it. Honestly, you’d seen your job as more of a job for teenagers and not something that offered any sort of benefits but was greatly surprised that you still got the time off. Even with all the appreciation for their understanding of your situation, you knew you had to find a new job after the twins were born. Selling comic books just wasn’t the kind of work that would support a family a four. Sure, you had Josh’s income, but there was no way you’d leech off of his success like that, even if he was now one of the people caring for the family. You were determined to make your own living and mutually support your family. And that, you thought to yourself, would be so much easier when you weren’t constantly exhausted, sore, or somehow limited by being pregnant.

You loved being pregnant. There was something magical and uplifting about it but the definitely wasn’t to say that there wasn’t downfalls. Take right now, for example. You tried reorganizing the ever-messy piles of comic books when every ten or fifteen minutes, you were hit with a sharp cramping in your lower abdomen. Braxton-Hicks contractions, you’d read, were contractions that weren’t really signs of labor but rather were preparations for actual labor. They occurred prior to being full-term and were definitely painful but not a signal of labor. You’d just wished they’d wait till you were off work to hit.

When a particularly hard one hit, you stopped working and leaned over onto a sturdy shelf, breathing deep with a hand on your belly, “Just seven more weeks little guys.” You muttered. Once it passed, you stood upright and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, glancing at the clock, “And just 2 more hours for you, Y/N.” You said to yourself.

Finally, 6 o’clock rolled around and you locked up the store and drove home. All you wanted to do was sit down in something comfy and eat ice cream and watch a funny movie. You were so sick and tired of always trying to be the super healthy mom. You worked out when you could and tried to eat healthy but gosh darnit you were gonna go home and eat some ice cream!

“Long day?” Y/B/N asked when you walked into the living room.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked with mock offense.”

He shrugged, “You look like crap.” He admitted bluntly.

“Wow, thanks. You know, I was gonna ask if you wanted ice cream but nevermind.” You kicked your shoes off and grabbed the pint of Ben and Jerry’s and you’d stashed in the freezer. You plopped down onto the couch next to Y/B/N and turned your favorite movie on. Y/B/N reached his hand out towards you expectantly, waiting for you to hand him the ice cream, but you just smacked his hand away, “Back off.” You hissed, waving your spoon threateningly at him. Suddenly, another deep pressure pressed into your lower back and you shifted uncomfortably.

“Are you okay?” He asked, concerned.

You sat there silently until the contraction passed, “Yeah, it’s just my stupid body is feeling the need to put me through this crap twice.”

He looked at you confused, “What?”

“Fake contractions. Not real labor just prep.” You summed up quickly, indulging in your ice cream.

You were woken up the next morning by another, stronger cramp. You shot upright and hissed in pain, trying to find a position that was more comfortable. Were these contractions supposed to last this long? After about 30 seconds, it passed and you climbed out of bed to start getting ready for church. You threw on some clothes and ate before meeting your brother in the car and driving towards the chapel.

Josh was waiting for you out front in a white button up and black jeans. You walked up to him and hugged him, “Good morning.” You smiled.

“Good morning to you too. How’s your day going so far?” He asked as you two began your walk into the church, scouting out a place to sit.

“Eh, it’s okay.” You hesitated.

He held your hand, “What’s wrong?” He asked.

Before you could say anything, the pastor was up at the front of the room, bringing the band up to start praise. As soon as you stood to start singing, another cramp hit. Your hand instinctively tightened around Josh’s as you tried to keep a neutral face through the pain. This wasn’t right. Braxton Hicks weren’t really supposed to hurt, just be uncomfortable. Josh looked at you, worried, “Are you okay?” He whispered. You didn’t say anything, just nodded. When it passed, you lessened your grip on his hand.

Within 20 minutes, another one hit and your grip tightened on his again. Josh glanced worriedly at you and he watched you breathe deeply. This one lasted for almost a minute. It went like this for the next hour. Every 20 minutes or so, another contraction. After the sermon, Josh escorted you outside to meet with the other church goers. You made eye contact with Mrs. Meidinger, the elderly woman who called you harlot on your first day at the church. When she saw the way Josh had his arm around you, she gave you another judgemental glare. The slut gets pregnant, leaves the father, and is onto the next poor boy to dump her bastard offspring on, the look seemed to say. You gave her a fake smile to which she turned ubruptly from. Just as you and Josh found a place to stand and wait for your brother and the rest of his family, another contraction hit. Josh sensed it and he looked at you sincerely, “Seriously, are you okay? Is something wrong?” He asked, looking you in the eye.

You sighed, “I think I’m gonna walk home. I feel like I might be having actual contractions but it’s too early. I need to call Dr. Leslie.” You leaned up on your tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek, “I’ll call you later?”

“You are not walking home if you might be in labor!” He declared, looking at you like you were a lunatic for even suggesting it.

“It’s 5 minutes away, Josh. If I leave now I’ll probably be there before another one hits.” You defended.

He pulled his keys out of his pocket, “I’ll take you home. Just let me tell my parents real fast.”

You were home within ten minutes but by the time you reached the door, another contraction hit. “Are you supposed to be keeping track of the time between them or something? Or is that just a movie thing?” He asked.

You breathed out slowly and controlled until you felt comfortable enough to say something, “Yeah, I think they’re like… ten minutes? Maybe?” Josh opened the door for you and followed you inside. You found your way to the couch, grabbing the Steve Buscemi pillow and gripping it to your chest while you searched for Dr. Leslie’s number in your phone. When the phone began ringing, Josh came into the room with a glass of water for you and sat next to you.

“Hello! Dr. Marissa Leslie’s office. How can I help you?” A man said on the other end.

“Hi, um, is Dr. Leslie there?” You asked, hastily trying to talk to her before another contraction hit.

“I’m sorry, she’s with a patient right now. Is this an emergency?” He asked calmly.

You shook your head as you spoke, “No, I just had a question for her.”

He chirped helpfully on the other end, “I might be able to help with that. What’s the question?”

“I think I’m having contractions but I’m only 32 weeks along with twins and I don’t know what I should do. I don’t think they’re Braxton Hicks.” You explained, panicking slightly and shifting uncomfortably.

“Alright, how far apart are the contractions? And are they painful?” He asked.

You felt another contraction tighten in your abdomen and you glanced at the clock, trying to talk through the pain, “Yes, definitely painful. And about 8 or 9 minutes apart now.”

“Alright ma’am, I think it would be best for you to go to the hospital. They can check to see if you are actually in labor and continue with further medical care if necessary.”

“Thank you.” You told him, hanging up.

Josh gave you a look, “Are we going?”

You looked at him nervously and nodded, “Yep.”

Josh jumped up right away, “I’ll pack up a bag with some clothes just in case. Do you want to change into something comfier?”

You nodded, pushing yourself up to stand before walking over to Josh and kissing him on the lips, “I love you so much.” You sighed.

He gave you a small smile, “I love you too.” You walked to you room and threw on a comfortable t-shirt. Josh came in and grabbed you a pair of sweats, extra shirt, spare underwear, and himself the spare clothes he kept at your apartment.

After a twenty minute drive and almost an hour wait in the waiting room, you were taken back into the maternity ward where a doctor came into check how much you dilated, “You’re already 4 cm dilated. We’re going to keep you for a few hours to keep track of your contractions and to track any further dilation. However, because your labor seems to be progressing rapidly, we’re going to start an IV and administer a medication that will speed up the development of your babies’ lungs.”

“O-ok. Thanks.” You stuttered as he left. When he did, you looked up at Josh who was sitting next to you, holding your hand, “It’s too early. What if they don’t make it?” You asked, terrified tears beginning to slip down your face.

Josh stood up quickly and held you as you cried into his chest, “Hey, don’t think like that. Right now, we’re at the best place we could possibly be. And the doctor is doing everything he can to make sure that the boys are as safe as possible.”

You calmed down a little, still holding his arm like it was a life line. He was right. Everything was going to be okay.

[venusbloo]

Book: Project Hail Mary

Author: Andy Weir

Pages: 496

Source: NetGalley

Genre: Science Fiction

Release Date: May 4, 2021

My Review:

My wish on NetGalley was granted by Ballantine Books, and I was randomly selected to receive an e-book ARC of Project Hail Mary in exchange for an honest review.  Thank you Ballantine Books! First of all, I am a huge fan of The Martian by Andy Weir (both the book and the movie adaptation).  So, when I found out he was writing a new book about an astronaut, I was already on board! 

Project Hail Mary definitely filled my expectations while presenting a main character who was more human than Mark Watney while experiencing events no one could have anticipated.

The main premise of Project Hail Mary is that something is causing our sun to become exponentially dimmer, and after discovering a relatively nearby star, Tau Ceti, suffers from the same apparent affliction without becoming dimmer itself, humanity comes together to find a solution.  That solution ends up being the creation of interstellar space travel.  Thus, Project Hail Mary is born.  Three astronauts are placed in medically induced comas for the duration of the journey to Tau Ceti.  Only one of them wakes up, and he can't even remember his own name.  The course of the book roughly follows two timelines:

The sole surviving astronaut slowly remembering who he is and what he has to do on this mission.

The obstacles and events he must overcome to complete his mission and save Earth.

So, the primary setting of the book takes place on the spaceship itself.  Once Ryland Grace remembers who he is and enough about what he has to do, he quickly gets to work trying to solve the problem of Sol's demise.  He only has a limited amount of time before the Sun becomes so dim there will be no saving Earth at all.  Just like with The Martian, this book's main approach to story telling is through solving lots of little problems to come up with a solution to the overarching problem.  I personally enjoyed both books for their approach to problem solving.  Weir sets up the problem and uses Grace's knowledge of science to lay out a solution.  

I will admit that for readers who didn't enjoy The Martian because of some of the technical details and problem-solving monologues probably won't enjoy Project Hail Mary either.  Being in space is dangerous, and all kinds of problems come up just from that setting.  Not to mention the entire premise of the story is based on saving the earth.  Occasionally, the science-heavy portions of the book could get a little tedious to read.  They were still very interesting, but about the middle 10% of the book got a little slow - in spite of the fact that Weir throws the reader a curveball I never would have anticipated.  So, if reading a lot of problem solving with some snarky dialogue thrown in doesn't appeal to you, then don't pick up this book. 

However, one of the things I enjoyed most about this book were the characters themselves.  The reader gets a pretty good idea of the type of person Ryland Grace is in the opening chapters.  He doesn't swear (he'll say things like, "Gosh darnit."), he has an almost encyclopedic knowledge of a broad scientific facts and topics, and he is able to use critical thinking skills to apply that knowledge to problem solving.  Also, and this is just my opinion, I feel like Grace not cursing is kind of a back-handed way of Andy Weir getting back at the critics of all the cursing in The Martian (even though there does turn out to be a realistic reason for it).

Throughout the book Grace is made to feel much more human than characters in Weir's other books.  He gets scared, oftentimes terrified to the point of paralysation.  He also has trouble dealing with his emotions regarding the demise of his fellow crewmates.  He cries over their loss.  He feels loneliness and despair at times, even if he tries to hide it from himself.  This makes one of the twists in the book really come out of nowhere, but it also made me really happy.  Let's just say that Ryland Grace isn't always alone in his journey.

On that note, there are a number of places this books takes the reader that I did not expect. "Did not expect that!" was my motto while reading.  Weir threw in twists regarding the story, but also regarding Grace's background, personality, and motivations for joining the mission in the first place.  Finally, there is no way anyone could have predicted the ending to the book!  The ending made me both happy and sad, but mostly happy.  It's not anything like what I would have expected.  

To anyone who is a little hesitant about picking up this book, go ahead and give it a shot anyway. The creativity and humanity of the story really push through all the problem solving and science.  Sometimes the science got in the way of the momentum of the story, but by then I cared about the characters so much I kept pushing through.  I would definitely recommend this book to anyone who wants a science fiction story with a heart.

This review was originally posted on my blog: Tea Rex Reads