A Prayer for the Crown Shy, by Becky Chambers

A sequel to A Psalm for the Wild-Built, this monk and robot book sees Sibling Dex and Mosscap leave the wilderness and start their journey to the city. There are many stops along the way, including a visit to Dex’s family, so the robot can interact with people and ask its prime question – what do humans need? The answers are sometimes confounding for the robot and cause it to question itself and its purpose. Meanwhile Dex also finds themself with questions about their purpose and their future, which may derail the odd pair’s journey. Becky Chambers celebrates the wonders of nature and the best aspects of the human spirit in these gently philosophical stories. Poetic, beautiful and essentially optimistic, they offer a spark of light and hope in a world that currently feels very dark and disappointing.

Tilda is Visible, by Jane Tara

A divorced mother of grown-up twin girls, Tilda Finch runs a successful business and has great friends. So why has her body started disappearing? Diagnosed with invisibility, Tilda finds she is part of a growing cohort of women across the world who are disappearing from view. Although it is a recognised medical condition there is little research into the problem and much dispute about whether or how it can be treated. Tilda will have to dig into her past and confront her inner demons to fight for visibility. It’s an interesting idea (if not original) to take a metaphorical issue that affects many women over 40 and make it a physical reality. But unfortunately this confused and uneven mish-mash of a story is a self-help manual, thinly disguised as a novel. It’s all about perception and meditation and overcoming childhood trauma and self-belief, apparently. Tilda addresses her issues, follows her dreams and dates a man who actually cannot see to regain her visibility. If only it was actually so easy.

The Seven Husbands of Eleanor Hugo, by Taylor Jenkins Reid

Former film goddess Eleanor Hugo has decided it is time to tell the story of her life and extraordinary career, which started in the 1950s, after many years of silence. She has selected rising magazine journalist Monique Grant to write her juicy biography. Most of Eleanor’s many marriages were a means to an end – escape from childhood poverty and violence; covering up a scandal; a good career move - as she navigated the tricky, patriarchal and controlling Hollywood studio system. None of her seven husbands were the love of her life. Monique is navigating her own marriage breakdown and has much to learn from Evelyn about life, love and career advancement. But why is she the chosen one? Evelyn Hugo is a fascinating character, with admirable and despicable qualities. Most of the book is her first person account of her life and career, which makes Monique seem a cipher, peripheral to the tale. The story runs out of steam by the sixth husband and races to a conclusion with a twist that explains Monique’s role, but is unconvincing. It’s an entertaining read with some valid points about secrecy and stardom.

All Systems Red, by Martha Wells

A small research exploration team on a remote, uninhabited planet runs into trouble, but is it malfunction or sabotage? The Company they are contracted to has supplied the cheapest and shoddiest equipment; does this include the cyborg security unit charged with keeping them safe? This particular SecUnit calls itself Murderbot. It has a chequered past, a shy nature, an addiction to TV drama serials and a dangerous secret. With the team in deadly peril, Murderbot must decide how much of itself to expose to these unusually pleasant humans in order to protect them. In this slim novel Wells creates a world reminiscent of Becky Chambers’ sci fi stories, with diverse, relatable characters and a deep dive into what it means to be human – physically, emotionally and ethically. Murderbot is a fabulous protagonist – individual, complex, talented and flawed, who promises to be something of a space lone ranger. Will there ever be a Tonto? Probably not, but it will be fun finding out.