With the support of the cheerleaders, when I'm done tackling Brandon Sanderson's 2000 page fantasy manuscript due out in March I'll give this another go.
My mantra shall be treecats are -aliens-, you like aliens. They just look like kitty cats that are totally out of place riding around on people's shoulders on the bridge of a military vessel (that being one of the suspensions of belief I can't get past.) Poor misjudged sentient alien crewmember. Alien. Alien. Alien. Not a silly plot device, a sentient alien. Stop being so speciesest!
I have no problem with Kris Longknife's neck riding computer being on the bridge. I can handle Liaden norbear telepaths and pussy cats. I wouldn't question a squid in an envirosuit being one of the crew. I've handled shifters and furries. Surely, surely I can get past this. And if not, there are always more books waiting to be read.
Thanks all.
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