I tried. I really tried. Multiple times....didn’t work out though

The book is filled with run-on sentences and sentence fragments galore. Read the first two chapters twice before I gave up trying to understand it. The author tried too hard to copy Douglas Adams.

“Earth began to get used to the proximity of the end of everything. It had a beat. And you could dance to it.” This book is so funny you will snort your milk out of your nose. It is so sad and prescient that you will tear up, but they will be glitter tears. Reading is like cozying up into an author’s brain, reading Space Opera is like cozying up into Catherynne M. Valente’s brain and discovering that it is a disco filled with living belching adorable black holes ready to whisk you up and out of yourself and into messy musical intergalactic deliciousness and the end of all things and the beginning of others.