For anyone else, who agrees (like me) that more space horror would be a dandy prospect, you might enjoy the recent Dead Silence by S.A. Barnes. Edward Ashton's Mickey 7 wasn't exactly horror, but has many creepy horror elements, and its sequel was just released.

Neal Stephenson's Seveneves and Anathem.

Not sure if this exactly fits your criteria, but the first thing that came to mind was The Bone People by Keri Hulme.

Try the novellas and short stories in Fire Watch by Connie Willis and The Empress of Mars by Kage Baker, or honestly any of their short story collections, all of which are exquisite.

If you think you'd enjoy a lighthearted comedy take on the subject, try John Scalzi's Agent to the Stars.

I don't care for westerns either, as a rule, but Lonesome Dove is the exception. Everything Larry McMurtry wrote was surprisingly engaging and affecting, even if the subject matter didn't initially seem like my cup of tea. He has a way of luring you in with his characters. I sort of consider him the John Irving of the southwest.

If food is wrapped while warm it will tend to heat up the plastic and transfer the plastic taste into the food. Truly revolting.

We kids definitely used "ah va" to indicate you've done something bad and are gonna get in trouble in rural New Hampshire in the 1970s. Could still have originally come from the French, as the area had a lot of French names.

Carrie was Stephen King's first published novel, written when he was living in a trailer in Hermon, Maine (aka "the armpit of Maine") with his wife Tabitha and two children, and teaching English at Hampden Academy. He was already an alcoholic when he wrote it, but he didn't get introduced to cocaine until a few years later, when he started attending Hollywood parties.

My street is kind of weird, so my neighbor's driveway is connected the next street over, and their street address and their front gate are on my street, but on a steep hill so the house is out of view below the street grade. Doordash drivers assume the first street-level house they come to (mine) is the delivery address because they can't see the other house clearly and its driveway is on a different street. Hopefully moving the Google Maps pin over to their front gate area will help clarify the situation.

Brilliant! I just did this for my next-door neighbor's address. I'm always finding their Doordash lunch deliveries on my doorstep.

I still look for them every time I go down to the shore.

I went to a wildlife park in Australia where I was able to get my picture taken with a koala, see a wombat's butt (it was sleeping), get bitten by an emu, see a few kangaroos lounging insolently in the brush, and meet some wallabies who approached me and ate pellets from my hand with their fuzzy little lips. Definitely a major highlight of my trip! Wallabies are my jam.

After my parents got divorced in the early '80s, my dad used to leave his copy of The Joy of Sex lying around on the coffee table, which was quite educational for a 12-year-old. There were always Playboy magazines lying around throughout my childhood, and he kept the kinkier stuff in the bottom drawer of his dresser.

Library-wise, Erica Jong was probably the most reliable author I discovered as a teen for reading about people having sex.

Never mind Eastern and Western Maine!

Monarch butterflies are endangered in large part because they lay their eggs on the only plants their larvae can eat, milkweeds. Habitat loss due to development of "wasteland" meadows and "weed" eradication efforts in general is the cause. Those of us who live in monarch migration paths are attempting to plant milkweed in our yards in hopes of helping to offset those losses.

But don't forget that the "charismatic" insects aren't the only ones vital to the food chain.