Getting to the International Space Station is only the first hurdle in a rodent’s race to space.
Mortimer, a discarded pet, is a lab rat in Houston at the Johnson Space Center. He enjoys his life, observing AsCans (astronaut candidates) and hanging out with his friends, especially Celeste. However, he’s upset that humans don’t realize how great rats are, and he’d love a chance to visit the space station and maybe prove rats are better suited to colonize Mars when the humans finally have the technology to make the trip. Mortimer is thrilled when he learns that the rat with the fastest maze time will get a spot on the space station, and with only a little cheating and a little luck, he’s chosen to go. Mortimer keeps a journal (hidden in his bedding), and when he steals a camera from a reporter, he’s ready to pursue his Grand Plan proving rats are more suited to space by posting video evidence on YouTube. Executing his plan is no easy task even with the help of Boris the cosmorat, who was born in space. The juxtaposition of myriad space facts and rat facts with many ludicrous and physically impossible feats of rat sneakiness makes for a flawed novel. No suspension of disbelief is springy enough to allow for the goings-on in nonfiction writer Galat’s first attempt at fiction.
A potential option for nonfiction fans hoping to dip a toe into fiction.
(Fiction. 7-10)