Bigman is a different story altogether. While Lucky seems to never lose temper at all, Bigman does enough of that for the two – not only when anyone dares to refer to his small height, but upon any provocation, however small and insignificant. And, of course, the circumstances of their investigation are such that provocations surround the two friends day and night, so Bigman seldom goes without his fists clenched.

He also tends to act before thinking, thus giving Lucky additional trouble sorting out his messes. Still, when the important moment arrives, Bigman, as usual, plays his role in the game – a role of vital importance. Without him, Lucky wouldn’t have succeeded. As it is, an extremely dangerous – almost impossible – situation once again ends happily for all involved people, except, of course, the bad guys.

Some parts of the book look really naive. The book is about distant future – five or more thousand years from now. They harness gravity, travel to distant stars through hyperspace – and at the same time still use a computer whose description makes me think of ancient punched tapes or, at best, tape cassettes. Certain ideas about some of the planets in the Solar system, common at the time the Lucky Starr series was written, have now proven to be wrong, too. But the book itself is so good that I readily forgive the author for these small omissions.

I don’t know the reason why some books keep calling me to re-read them again and again, whereas others (often written by the same author) return to the shelf for good after the first time. There must be something subtle and deeply personal involved here, but the book either resonates with the wave length of my heart, or it doesn’t.

“Lucky Starr and the Moons of Jupiter” resonates very strongly with me.