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Suzanne Hagelin is a Pacific Northwest indie author who I have had the pleasure of meeting and working with at several book festivals and conventions over the years.

 In typical "let's add to the TBR pile" style, I picked up the first book of her trilogy, Body Suit, and then sat on it for months. Possibly a year. Perhaps longer.

 Then, in a reading slump, I finally opened it up.

 Do you ever have those times where you smack yourself in the forehead and say, "Self, why did you put this off for so long?" That's exactly how I felt while reading Body Suit.

 Suzanne and I have discussed our love of the Portal video games in the past, and the A.I. cataloging human behavior and offering assistance (when it finds it convenient) is reminiscent of GLaDOS and Wheatley in the Portal games. Snarky, contemplative, and sometimes dependable enough to love.

 Sil, the main character in Body Suit finds herself shipped off to the first settlement on Mars, forced to work in the mines. Sil must find a way to survive the harsh environment, toxic relationships and dangerous miscalculations of others.

 If you like playing Portal one and two, and you enjoyed Andy Weir's The Martian, you will LOVE this book! I sure did. Available in paperback and e-book, you can order it from Amazon here.

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