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An incompetent, accident-prone pilot is given one last chance to save his ship. An ageing robot is trusted with a midnight landing in a deserted field. And a desperate businessman is prepared to sacrifice both of them to get what he wants … Combining relentless action with non-stop laughs, Hal Spacejock explodes onto the science fiction scene with the subtlety of a meteor strike and the hushed reverence of a used car salesman.
Hal Spacejock, Simon Haynes
I realise the idea of me actually exercising is going to stretch the imaginations of one or two people, but sometimes, I do attempt a little bit.
Not often and certainly none of that raising a sweat panting and puffing palaver.
If I can't read a book while I'm doing it, I'm not doing it. And HAL SPACEJOCK was a rather good book to choose. Although I'm not sure that "perfect for when you're exercising" is going to be a description that anybody's going to be drawn to...
Funny, silly, touching in places, the first book in the series is a bit of a madcap romp style of book, set in the future, where the hero's are robots, one particular human really shouldn't still be breathing, and big business villains are left right and centre. So not an unexpected plot, but there's enough of the "future" sort of stuff to make it that little bit different, without being too hard of a leap for a non-science fiction fan like me.
But then, anything, repeat ANYTHING, that can make me forget how long I've been walking up and down on the same spot is a good thing.