Teerasej Jiraphatchandej Jiraphatchandej itibaren Уолтон, Мільтон-Кінес, Мілтон-Кінс MK7 7AW, Великобританія itibaren Уолтон, Мільтон-Кінес, Мілтон-Кінс MK7 7AW, Великобританія

First paragraph: Orbiting Planet Rhesus in the Prometheus Quadrant of the A-QPT46 System… “Pegasus’s balls,” Kiwi cursed softly as she twisted the last torque nut into place. The couplings had needed replaced and once there, she’d realized her ship’s thrusters were in need of work too. The exothermic reaction sections of the engine had seen better days as well. Still, she made do. Her ship was a thing of pride to her. It represented freedom, regardless how pristine it was—or wasn’t, in her case. In the scope of the fleet, her cargo ship wasn’t the worst. Not by far. Out of necessity, she’d learned to do her own repairs. It wasn’t a glamorous life but it was hers to do with as she pleased. Besides, since she’d taken up residency on the science vessel, which had been created to house a thousand, Kiwi found life wasn’t nearly as hard as it had been on her own. I read this book as part of the Authors After Dark book challenge for a book with a moon on the cover. And what a pretty moon on a beautiful cover. It's a shame I didn't enjoy the contents of the book as much as its outer façade. "Magnetic Attraction" tells the story of Kiwi and Conell, who were introduced in the first part of the Droid Wars series. (I still haven't figured out where the droids fit in to this series, which is part of my general annoyance with this book.) Kiwi is our resident bad-ass mechanic bitch, always ready with a sharp jibe or a right hook. She's hiding from an abusive past of kidnapping and rape. Conell is a our resident genius intellectual, militarily trained in the first book. Both of them pull moves in this one that belies their earlier characterization. Kiwi loses her wits. Conell forgets to take the safety off the gun. Both of them just didn't do it for me.

I just finished this book yesterday. John Ortberg is one of the funniest, down to earth, insightful Christian writers that I admire. Some of it is fluff, but never without meaningful Truth. I love his analogy of finding God like finding Waldo. On the early pages, he's always there, and it's so exciting to find him. But as you turn the pages, he blends in a little bit more and it's frustrating to not be able to see him as clearly. But that does not mean that he's not there. God sometimes "hides" h=Himself from His children, so that we would get better at finding Him. But He never leaves us. Our eyes must never lose the wonder of our first love. I especially love the chapter on meditation. I may use that in a sermon in the near future.