I'm reading the whole story on kindle but I found here in the process (thank you) across the 3 books

There are a few continuity errors, Malcolm becomes Martin (or is it the other way round later on) and there's a thing about if you're more than 2/3s one way you can only be happy that way at first which switches to only people 2/3s one way can change genders, when Charlie asks.

That said a reread while taking notes might catch most of those, and on the whole the story is captivating enough that while it is notable I still want to finish the book and write some fan fiction (same universe, same general plot, a slightly differently programmed ship going in the other direction and a lot of generations more have passed before my planetfall/colony)

8/10

awesome read

Dylan

I really love your stories which are among the few I often reread.

For me, I could not keep my puppet working. Eventually it crashed the car and the Princess finally found herself set free. I am so much more happy now.

Thank you for sharing your wonderful adventures.

Love.../Cassie

Thanks Angharad I can't email back, you didn't leave a trail, otherwise I would. I'm so pleased you've found a solution my darling. Like you say, it may not be perfect but it's an answer. I'm still in torment I suppose, but at least I'm not forgotten!!!!

A very poignant tale very well told.

Some of us go on to modify their car and the princess gets to drive all the time - life still isn't perfect, but at least it's tolerable. And some of us discover chocolate rather than alcohol, which makes the car bulge in places I'd prefer it didn't.

I do wish you'd start writing and posting again.

Best wishes where ever you are,

Angharad.

I recently had this one recommended to me and it really touched me. What a unique and novel idea of a way to put this strange journey we are all on. A very very good story!

Hugs!

grover

I once thought I'd been given the wrong car, and I constructed a puppet to drive it for me.  My puppet grew a beard to make it more difficult to decorate it like a princess.   As the years went by I found that I began to like the the car I'd been given, especially when a special princess began to polish it lovingly, but I still had a hankering, from time to time, to let my old puppet take over so that I could sit in the back seat.  There I kept a special place where I could pretend to decorate myself and found it helped me to get through my life as the body car slowed down and began to corrode.  I read stories about pretend princesses, I even wrote one, and I enjoyed helping others to write - all in the back of my body car.  

One of the things I do when I'm pretending, is to thank other pretend princesses, who write stories, for making my back seat a more comfortable and happy place.

Geoff :O)

Sarah,

Thank you so much. You have displayed exceptional perception and empathy in the clever way you have written this little vignette. It is funny how an allegorical illustration can often speak so much more than the plain truth. Although most of us reading here are probably very familiar with TG issues, you have provided a way for us to look upon the difficult realities afresh.

A delightfully insightful piece, yet all the while laced with a feeling of tragedy.

Thank you

Jenny

The rather oversimplification of using car rather than human PLUS interjecting the concept of the backseat driver who is the "real" car lends this story a peculiar illustrative power. This is easier to follow than the typical psychological jargon, thus conceivably more helpful in describing the difficult situation of being an unrecognized princess.

"Girl" might have been an acceptable designation for the long-haired and decorated non-others, but "Princess".... Oh my!

Wonderful and sad at the same time.  I cried.

<<  The other princesses would sometimes tease the puppet, and tell it that its car would look nice if it was decorated like a princess' car. Princess loved it when that happened. She would take over the driving, and lead the conversation on, all the while never admitting she was a princess herself. She learnt how to encourage the other princesses to tease the puppet like this. >>

This was exactly me in high school and college till I met my special princess.  She lets me drive once a month.