This book suffers from something that plagues many works written in the 1960s (and before and sometimes since) about non-Western cultures; a theme of condescension toward the subjects of the book.

Amazing! Hilarious! Everything I wanted this book to be and more! Scott, Paul, Lily, Lauren, Ego, Shaun, Drew, Tim, Carl, Bobby, Andy, Seth, Matt, Neil, Jessica, Zach, Will, Dan, Teran, Paul, Ryan, Ben, Jason, Reggie, Edi, Andy (that's right, two Andys), Paul (that's right, three Pauls), Gil, Jon, Jessica (that's right, two Jessicas), Lennon, Mike, Nick, Caroline, Mary, Ben, and even a special appearance by Harris. It's visually stunning, laugh out loud funny, and an incredible acheivment.

A central "level" of this book rotates around the artist Prince; exploring a world based on him, guitar "battling" different versions of him, and duplicating the actions of one of his songs in the most boring way possible. What makes it even worse, Prince once made his views on VR and holograms very clear: "That's the most demonic thing imaginable. Everything is as it is, and it should be. If I was meant to jam with Duke Ellington, we would have lived in the same age. That whole virtual reality thing... it really is demonic. And I am not a demon." (Prince, interview in Guitar World, October 1998) Good thing Cline waited until Prince was dead, I guess.

This is only one of the many poorly thought out and executed sections of this work.

A beautiful and touching novel about loss and grief.

A kaiju is a big monster, but their size is just one aspect of them. Godzilla is a bipedal dinosaur, Mothra is like a butterfly, Gidorah is a three-headed dragon. I just provided more description than we get for any kaiju in this book.

My favorite utter blank space in this book is when a character is attacked by a "panther-sized" creature, with no additional information provided. A wolf is panther-sized, so is a large pig, or maybe a park bench. If it's supposed to look like a panther, why not say that?

The story is interesting and could have been great, maybe it's intended to be a movie/show? I was disappointed.

This book is fantastic. The author expertly weaves together narratives of the pre-colonization Americas, the interactions between indigenous peoples and the "bone hunters" of the 1800s, and her own journey speaking to the people who maintain the knowledge of their cultures. I picked up this book looking for new perspectives about dinosaurs, but also found one more powerful example of how often non-European ideas are dismissed and ridiculed because the "authority" doesn't bother to listen (or even ask). I could not recommend this work more highly.

This book is described as the "fascinating tale of nature, civilization, and history" of the Pere David's deer, in which "Robert Twigger poignantly recounts the story of this strange and rare animal." Those statements are patently false. This book is not an account of the natural and human-related history of the Pere David's deer (or milu), that information is barely a framing device. Instead, the reader will find meandering stories about the difficulty the author had in finding a secondhand book story in Cairo, the various lunches he had with his agent, and how computers are ruining library cataloging.

While presenting fascinating examinations of the Tawantinsuyu, Inca Empire, and the focusing on the relationship between the people of the empire and the state, it is a clear product of the time in which it is written (1928) and presents racist views of the indigenous people (then and now) alongside apologia for the Spanish.

Too much divergence in too short a time to be plausible