The previous review, here, talked a bit about charm: and this collaboration between storyman Reeve and picturewoman McIntyre has that quality in spades. In space-spades. Astra's family are part of a generation starship to 'Nova Mundi' (not good Latin, I fear: shouldn't it be 'novus mundus'? But then again, who's counting?). Her family slumber in their hibernation pods, but Astra and her robofriend Pilbeam are 'WIDE AWAKE'. They discover that the ship is off course, and come across some intruders called 'Poglites', with a thing about collecting spoons. But these are as nothing compared to the titular Cakes, very alarming aliens. There's a sweetened Vermicious Knid vibe to these latter, and lots of Douglas-Adams-rewrites-Dahl fun to be had. The worst you could say is that occasionally the charm degenerates into whimsy. But that's not so bad.
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