Highland Park, IL, United States | Member Since 2007
When your heroes are all teenagers, it's pretty hard to tell a grown up story. Honestly, I'm seeing a blatant example of publishers reaching for increased revenue on a Young Adult novel by not marketing it as a Young Adult novel.
Fun(ish), but not much in the way of new ideas or story devices, and character development of such solid oaken construction, it would be right at home on an Amish-built show floor.
• Kids smarter than their folks? CHECK.
• Parents in perfect Mayberry marriages? CHECK.
• Bosses all A Holes? CHECK.
• Teachers all bigger A Holes? CHECK.
• School bullies get meaner and meaner till shown what 'fer by the hero? CHECK.
• Government officials all idiots not to be trusted? CHECK.
• Bad guys all self-healing alien zombies who look just like the rest of us? CHECK.
C'mon guys. Really? I'm sure teens can dig it, but the storyline is so clearly marked, all you have to do in the event of reduced visibility is follow white lights which lead to red lights which lead to the exits.
I quit at 5 hours in.
I loved this title.
I thought the story was unique yet completely believable.
I like that Grisham chose (as is his way) a highly relevant environmental issue to anchor his story on, but didn't go overboard with the action. It keeps you on edge, but doesn't resort to unbelievable Hollywood blockbusting. In fact some of the action is actually kind of comedic (intentionally so).
The narrator. A little whiney and slow at first, but as the book rolled on, I could see why she was chosen for a wonderfully imperfect and prematurely jaded heroin.
Really fun read.
Nerdy, mundane, cliche.
Maybe I'm just jaded, but it's really trite.
The author's voice is awkward and ...nerdy is the best way I can describe it. I just get really tired of being disappointed by hours of suspense for mediocre highlights.
I LOVED the opening story of this book. One of King's best I've read. But then it just kind of miandered through an average story and a not really very scary bad guy. I didn't think what he was doing was all that bad, so I really couldn't get behind the hero much.
I was hoping the ending would provide some kind of insight or redemption, but nope.
Overall, pretty average for one of my favorite writers. Sorry, Steve. LOVED Dr Sleep. LOVED 11/22/63. But this one didn't do much for me.
I was spoiled after Bad Monkey, I guess. LOVED that one.
I don't know. Just not as much laugh out loud fun as I'm used to Hiassen.
A PTSD hero who was a former governor? Hmmm. Ok. Just not great.
The narrator was annoying, though. He's the right age to read this book, but his rhythm is really weird. Sometimes he sounds like Stephen Hawking's voice sythecizer or a Spak-n-Spell. Really irritating.
Ugh. Basically, Clive Cussler but on the moon.
Utterly cliche, worn out, trite and boring. One character actually used the term "Ray Gun." God, really?
The story structure relies on such spoon-fed convenience, that it's not just unbelievable, but annoying. I hate being 5 steps ahead of the narrator. I'm no prodigy, but I found myself thinking things like "...really?" and "no shit," and "great, can we please get on with it?"
And the narrator didn't help matters. He'd be great narrating a mid-70s crime novel. SciFi ain't his gig, though.
I had to quit after 2 hours of eye rolling. Won't be buying anymore Event Group books.
The first chapters make boss seem like a real tough chick. Cool! This is going to be be fun.
Then it crumbles. She's over-cautious, over-sensitive, and over-conservative.
Whatever. Look, either let her be a spit blood pirate chick, or an housewife with a spaceship. But PLEASE don't try to mix the two.
I actually really like the stories, but the narrator reminds me of a fat, tired, late-thirties, self-loathing, dungeon master fanboy from back in the DAY.
I get it. Dresden comes from that ilk... kinda. But he's also a freekin bad ass, and this guy just can't pull it off for me. It just seems so forced.
I'm bummed to see the whole friggin series is narrated by him.
Full and fair disclosure... I HATE captive hero novels, big brother overlord novels, and prison stories. So the real question is, why in the hell did I buy this book? I don't have a good answer other than to say that, YUP! Still hate 'em.
That said, I will offer my critique.
The novel is very well visualized. F'ing painful, but it's very clear what the author wants you to see. But part of this is the exhaustive detail that Howey puts into every moment he chooses to write about. There's no skipping, by god. He writes every detail.
It's nice that the main character isn't whipped up from the New York Times Best Seller recipe. He's very unique. But god, what a whuss. If he 'cried' and 'the tears streamed down his cheek' one more time, I was going to reach in through my iPhone and slap him. There's got to be an app for that. He's also completely blind to every, single one of the patently obvious ominous warnings of impending doom.
I just can't get into bottling humanity in a thermos and seeing what happens, so you can tell the threadbare parable of 'free will: good / big brother: bad.' Well, no sh_t. Pretty sure we all know that. Ayn Rand put the cherry on that pie, then shoved every last gooey morsel down our throats, so unless you have something SERIOUSLY compelling to add to that message, please move on.
I just couldn't do it. I gave it two chances. It finally wore me down when a second, upcoming hero in the book got buried under another mountainous overburden of suspicion that absolutely no human being could ever escape.
My god, really? This is the author everyone fawns over.
It was my first OSC card book, and likely my last.
It's like listening to a chess match. UGHGHhhhh. The characters about as real life as Greek theater.
Honestly thought I was listening to a young adult book. Was I, and just missed it?
I tried. Really I did. I muscled through 3/4 of this thing, but it finally just wore me down.
And STUPID character names. LOAF? UMBO? Really? gahhhhh.
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