I read all three of the books in this series, hoping they would improve. They didn't. The plot moves along in a tedious, jerky fashion with long sections of flatulent dialogue that would be meaningful only if it were to be converted into a soap opera. Not porno, just pages and pages of meaningless, politically correct psychobabble. Clarke's science is weak, as it is in all his books. Lots of bashing of all his pet peeves, as he always does. I bought this last book out of desperation for something to read. Shame on me.
Garbage is the nicest word I can think of to describe this so-called book. No meaningful plot or continuity to speak of for anyone out of comic books. Written in a snotty, whiny, I-hate-the-world know-it-all style you would dexpect from a 13-year old dropout. A total fraud, They need to pay the reader for plowing through this (expletive deleted). Avoid at all costs.
Very disappointing. Not at all up to Ringo's usual standard. All of the "pungency" of his usual works, but without the continuity or intricacy of plot. This is the first time I've been burned on a Ringo book. Guess it had to happen sometime. My advice: pass this one by.
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