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The short story, which follows the adventures of Wesley Crusher (the character played by Whil Wheaton on Star Trek: The Next Generation, duh) and his partner in crime Meow Solo (think of Han Solo crossed with a LOLcat), written by Kitty Glitter, has been discussed on blogs and tumblr and such since it appeared on Regretsy and mentioned by much-trafficked websites io9 and The Awl. Wil Wheaton, the man that brought Wesley Crusher to life, has even tweeted about it.
Of course, I gave it a go. (Was there even a question if I would read it or not?) Unfortunately (or possibly fortunate to some), the title is the smuttiest part of the book, even though inter-species coitus and defiling of the corpses of teenagers in a convenience store are part of the plot. To wonder if this is a "good" book is not a way to judge it; it needs to be judged not in direct comparison with most literature. What I read was not necessarily something that Oprah would endorse; what I read was a pure, unrestricted, ode to sci-fi in which I could tell the author had a blast writing.
Speaking of the author, just who is this overnight sensation named Kitty Glitter? According to her Amazon author page, "Her husband, Champagne, is doing 15 years upstate and she is trying to raise five kids by herself. On top of working three jobs Kitty is trying to sell some ebooks." Glitter's other works include A Case Of Dicklessness, in which "Dr. Watson and Sherlock Holmes's son track down Jack the Ripper with the help of the douchiest horse ever" and My Red Self, my personal favorite, in which "A smear of vaginal blood comes to the aid of a bullied teenage girl." I think this is the start of a new genre.I couldn't help myself from emailing the author, and she was more than willing to answer a few questions:
