The Long Way To A Small, Angry Planet Excerpt
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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Hi my name is Kelsey Flynn and I'll be reading a section from the book. The long way to a small Angry Planet by Becky Chambers Day 130 g. c. standard 306 rosemary rubbed the bridge of her nose as she accepted a cup of water from the wall dispenser. The lingering edges of the sedatives made her head feel foggy. And so far the stems that were supposed to counter those effects had done nothing but make her heart race. Her body longed for a stretch but she couldn't undo the safety harness while the pot was in motion and the pod didn't have enough room for anything except standing up and walking out. Anyway she leaned her head back with a grown. It had been nearly three days since the D. Pod launch solar days. She reminded herself not standard days. She needed to get used to making the distinction longer days, longer years. But she had more pressing things to focus on than differences in calendars. She was groggy, hungry, cramped, and in all of her 23 years solar not standard. She could not remember ever needing to be quite so badly. The rude Olean attendant at the spaceport had told her the sedatives would suppress that need, but nothing had been said about how she would feel once they wore off rosemary. Imagine the lengthy letter of complaint her mother might right after such a trip. She tried to imagine the circumstances in which her mother would travel by deep pot at all. She couldn't even picture her mother's setting foot within a public space port. Rosemary had been surprised to find herself in such a place. The dinghy waiting area, the twitching pixel posters and the stale smells of algae gunk and cleaning fluid, despite the exoskeletons and tentacles milling around her, she had felt like the alien there