I've written a lot of stories, and one thing I've learned is that stories have a life. They want to be read, and they're brought to life by readers. Readers give them meaning, give them substance and fulfill their destinies. Stories aren't picky about who reads them. They welcome everyone. Money means nothing to them - they don't care how much the reader paid and they equally don't care how much the author made. Stories want to live and they want to be a part of your life. I often think of them as like paper boats you place upon a stream. You never know where they'll end up!
"Author of curiously engaging novellas. His stories are not driven by action but by mood and metaphysics. His premises often begin with fairly standard, often vaguely science-fiction concepts, but he spins those concepts out into melancholy, thoughtful tales in which he explores the emotion and (often) dislocation that people feel when confronted by something outside their normal experience." - Devon Kappa
on Feb. 10, 2018 :
In universe I have a problem with science that allows the level of intricacy of android design, while preventing space travel to other solar systems. But I give it artistic license and enjoy the book.
I had a slightly different outcome in mind then the final outcome. But overall I enjoyed the journey.
(review of free book)
on April 18, 2015 :
Tom Lichtenberg is one of the very best writers in the Smashwords catalogue, but beware: he makes his own sometimes quirky rules. In this novella, he posits a high school created to teach humans, androids, and “sheets” to get along. (Sheets are hologram waaay beyond anything in the Enterprise’s holodeck). Then he sets up a Mean Girls story and convincingly characterizes two of same.
From there on, it’s spoilers all the way; but suffice it to say that the girls develop and test profoundly disruptive pranks. In the aftermath of the first prank, the girls....
But there it ends. No, it’s not a teaser for a full-length novel; it simply quits.
I’d say it’s worth the final frustration just to read the author working at his best; but if you prefer closure, forget it. I’d like to give it five half-stars, all sliced off half-way up. Failing that, I’ll call it a three-plus.
(review of free book)