My brother-in-law picked up Spin at the grocery store in paperback. He thought it would be healthier than a King Sized Snickers, I guess.

Or maybe he just liked the premise. One night the stars disappear.

Robert Charles Wilson’s book won a Hugo for best novel in 2006, and it deserved the honor. As most Hugo winners do. If you’ve read it, you know what I mean.

Haven’t read it? You should. Primarily because it is a well-written book, and (as L. L. knows well) I happen to agree with Keats:

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases, it will never
Pass into nothingness.

You can read the rest of this essay at Speculative Faith.