This book has a stranglehold on my imagination. I haven't wanted to travel a galaxy so bad since Firefly. And the fact that it's all told through the perspective of a (excuse the Culturism) ship mind?? In one - ONE - book, Leckie tackles high sci-fi concepts like ship's anciliary human bodies, clones, and galactic colonisation, as well as the intimate guilt of coming to terms with one's place in an oppressive system, as WELL as a splash of gender radicalism (perfect complement to Left Hand of Darkness, btw; a true blind taste test of gender). And her bitter, brutal, vibrant characters - I love them? What the hell.