All space-faring species must participate. The set up for the plot, such as it is, is that after the conclusion of a terrible series of wars, intergalactic species agreed to come together periodically for a musical contest: the Metagalactic Grand Prix. At least, not if you are planning to operate heavy machinery. But I would no sooner advise you to read it in one go than I’d advise you to chug an entire bottle of straight absinthe. If it can punctuate the last week I had with moments of glitter, light, and delight, then this book can do anything.
I have a chronic illness that causes me to spend a lot of time in the bathroom, so when I say that this was a perfect, incandescent, practically glowing bathroom book, I mean it, unironically, as the highest praise. You should read one chapter at a time and bask in the afterglow. Space Opera is not a book to read all at once.
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