The billion dollar boy of the title is Shelby Crawford
Jerome Prescott Cheever V, and a more spoiled, bored, and
obnoxious little snot you could hardly imagine. He's overweight
and under-disciplined. Above all, Shelby has never ever
had to do anything for himself. From the time he wakes up until
the time he goes to bed, Shelby is pampered by an overabundance
of servants.
Needless to say, the servants don't like him very much,
and two of them conspire to get Shelby to take a trip to
space. For however long he's gone they'll be free of his
irritating personality. Shelby falls for their trick and
browbeats his mother into letting him book a trip to the
asteroid belt.
When Shelby embarks on his trip, he soon becomes just
as bored as he was back home. He tends to think of the crew
as his personal servants, and is petulant whenever they
aren't properly servile. Their arrival at the asteroid mines
is just the icing on the cake. Its boring, too. Not only
that, but his plans for a trip out to the Kuiper Belt using
the node has to be delayed because one of the "servants"
is ill! So Shelby gets drunk and heads out on his own.
He winds up in the Messina Dust Cloud twenty seven light
years from home - with no servants, and little chance of
getting back any time soon. Worse yet, no one believes he
is rich and no one will wait on him. He even has to prepare
his own food! Worst of all, they put him to work.
With this book, Mr. Sheffield has done something I would
have considered impossible. He has written a book which is
comparable to the Heinlein juveniles of the '50s. Even if
you are a slightly long-in-the-tooth juvenile (like me),
you should enjoy this book. The adventure is genuinely
exciting, the technology is authentic, and it restores
that sense of wonder I had when I first started reading
for fun! Enjoy!
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