Most people, it seems, get into reading Anne McCaffrey by discovering her Pern books. Which makes sense; they’re probably the most popular and most successful of the settings she wrote in. And I’m not going to lie, I definitely read them all and was all about having a telepathic dragon partner.
But my introduction to Anne McCaffrey – the book by her that I read first, and which led directly to me hunting down more of her books to read them – was actually The Ship Who Sang. It was amazing. Here I was, reading a book where the protagonist was a space ship. And not a robot spaceship, which I was familiar with from Isaac Asimov. A human person. Who was also a spaceship.
It was the most fascinatingly awesome story premise I had ever read, at the time, and it’s still one of my favorites. I started reading Starwalker – a web serial about a spaceship AI who gains human sapience – largely because it reminded me of the brainship stories. I also lost track of it a few years ago and am thus very, very far behind… ah well. It’s good, though. To the point I last read it.