After a short break in SciFi, I am back at it reading something called Right Ascension bu David Derrico. The characters aren't particularly engaging. The story line is that the human race has the biggest guns in the area, or did until someone came along and annihilated their huge (as in moon sized) ship that carried the biggest, meanest gun. The aliens, it appears, do this to any species that starts getting too powerful. They destroy without warning the weapons and any factories, labs, etc. that would enable the species to reproduce the offending weaponry. The story starts out with a just graduated cadet, cocky and immature from my reading of him, who is killed when the ship is destroyed. Dad, who is an admiral, is now out to find the alien perpetrators and stop them from destroying the Earth.
I don't know how much more of this book I can take. The author seems to like big word adjectives which he routinely misuses. Too bad I didn't write any of them down to share with you. My last gripe came last night when the Admiral gave a speech to his eight person crew. The speech sounded more like what one would give to a motivational group or conference of strangers or a political rally rather than something you would say to a small, tight knit group of people you have worked closely with every day.
Fear not, tomorrow I will be picking up High Priest on Union Station by E. M. Foner. This will be book three of a series that started with Date Night on Union Station and Alien Night on Union Station. It is a fun series about a gal who lives and works on a space station, from dating to marriage, to an ambassadorship, and so on. Nothing real serious and just the right amount of situational humor.
