Finished Gentleman Jole and the Red Queen last night, the latest installment in Bujold's Vorkosigan Saga and the most boring one to date. I kept waiting for something (anything!) to happen. When Miles showed up I went, aha, finally, but no, still nothing. I can deal with emotions and romance and kids in my sci-fi, even if I'd rather not, but not at the expense of everything else and not when the emotions, romance and kids are so bland. Bujold used to manage a fine balance of adventure, intrigue and political shenanigans without robbing her characters of personalities. In fact, one of the things she handled brilliantly up till now was Miles's growth and change through all the insane non-stop action. In this book, nobody grew, nobody changed, and I would say everything was completely predictable except I couldn't have predicted such a nothing story.