This week, when a scientist of questionable repute dies, the powers of the galaxy race to bid on his creations. But when Wesley stumbles on a way to make gold-pressed latinum grow on trees, the invention falls into the hands of the last people you’d want that sort of thing to. What is Geordi’s major malfunction? Can we break the Bing Klingon translator? And has Data been running a long con this whole time? All this and more in Balance of Power, the book that dirties up nicely.
Month: September 2020
Quick Note to Readers: I am currently tasked with supervising my son’s virtual schooling. Due to the time commitment this requires, review postings (like this one) may be delayed to Friday evenings or Saturday mornings for the next few weeks. The reviews are getting written, but between handling virtual schooling and having to fit in sleep (because I work overnight), opportunities to transcribe them are severely limited. I know y’all will understand because you’re cool like that. I just wanted you to know. —Jess
This week, when a big brown furry thing takes a shine to Jake, Odo leaves it in his and Nog’s care. But when the wormholes burps up a soap bubble that’s looking for its abducted prince, their bylaws dictate that they can’t give out any useful information for finding him. Are Jake and Nog card-carrying members of G.R.O.S.S.? Does Morn ever panic? And do you even have to read this book at all? All this and more in The Pet, a book written by Mel Gilden. What a guy!
This week, the Enterprise-B scores Starfleet’s lowest ever Uber rating when James Kirk dies on its shakedown cruise. But when a mad scientist will stop at nothing to reach his happy place, Jean-Luc Picard must step outside of time and put in a formal crossover request to stop him. Is the time finally right for Jim and Carol? Are the Reeves-Stevenses being cheeky? And is Sulu ready to turn into a lizard? All this and more in Star Trek Generations, the book that finally tosses Scotty a compliment.
This week, a treaty renegotiation brings aboard an ambassador who dredges up memories of a somewhat lopsided rivalry for Dr. McCoy. But when Bones learns he’s a father again, he’ll have a dickens of a time remembering the right name to write on the birthday cards. Would McCoy make a good politician? Is this secretly a YA novel? And how long can we all keep pretending to care about Howard Weinstein’s résumé? All this and more in The Better Man, the book that hopes its fake ID is believable.