Book Excerpt for the Day

    Suppose I threw you down the strata, back into time, Joan’s mother had said to her.  After just a hundred thousand years you’d lose that nice high forehead of yours.  Your upright-walker legs would be gone after three or four million years.  You’d grow your tail back after twenty-five million years.  After thirty-five million, you’d lose the last of your ape features, like your teeth; after that you’d be a monkey, child.  And then you’d keep on shrinking.  Forty million years deep you’d look something like a lemur.  And eventually-

    Eventually, she would be a little ratty thing, hiding from dinosaurs.

    (from Evolution by Stephen Baxter)

    9½*/10.  The complete review is here.
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