From Dime a dozen: On “Oryx and Crake” by Margaret Atwood
As a Canadian Conservative, I’m morally required to hate anything Margaret Atwood commits to paper. If she wrote me a cheque, I’d have to spit on the signature. That said, this book is legitimately excreable. Big bad corporations destroy the world, and the last survivor becomes a prophet for the GM’d chimeras. Freaking hippy. Use a tracer round with this one, so it’ll burn too.