
The thing I love most about the Vorkosigan books, I think, is the occasional blindsiding by moments of absolutely priceless hilarity. Liveried Vorkosigan Vomit Bugs, oh man. Best. Dinner party. Ever. And by "best" I mean, of course, poor Miles, but there is nothing quite so satisfying as watching such a meticulously well-meaning but ultimately doomed-to-failure plan go completely to hell in the most hilarious ways possible. "An ominous, blighted we-will-discuss-this-later silence fell." "Vorkosigan-liveried vomit bugs. Vorkosigan-liveried vomit bugs all over Vorbarr Sultana." And Miles rather desperately plying everyone with lots and lots of wine.
And then I am torn between "Aww, poor Miles" and "But seriously, serves you right". Gah. I love these books.
I absolutely died at "How had he rehearsed this vitally-important, utterly-critical meeting, again? 'Mother, Father, let me introduce—she's getting away!'" And kittens. I love the kittens. Every sci-fi epic should include kittens.
And in all that chaos and silliness, you get the explosive payoff for several subplots that have been churning away over the course of the last few novels. Color me impressed.
Okay okay okay. Back to reading. Usual disclaimer applies: no spoilers past this point, please! I am having far too much fun with these books.