Nobody’s Baby, by Olivia Waite 0 ▲ Her Hands, My Hands 1 hour ago · Writing · hide · 0 comments I had hoped to review this second entry in the Dorothy Gentleman‘s series, back in March; alas, best laid plans and all that.My reading mojo has been so inconsistent, that it’s now over six months after publication. Beware: Alzheimer’s Nobody’s Baby, by Olivia Waite One of the very real joys of genre fiction is finding those literary spaces where one feels safe. Sometimes, we need spaces where nothing truly bad happens, and other times, we just need the safety net of knowing that, even when awful things happen, most people are decent and kind, and give a good damn about the wellbeing of others. In the world of the interstellar spaceship HMS Fairweather, we find the eternal struggle of cold calculation (in the of unbending rules and regulations, required to ensure the whole complement of souls it carries survives the trip to its oh so distant destination), the human impulse to bend those rules–often in the pursuit of personal profit–and the spontaneous generosity that humans often… No comments yet. Log in to reply on the Fediverse. Comments will appear here.