Greg

A Space Opera, Cyberpunk noir, First Contact Technothriller.

Alastair Reynolds is simply the most imaginative author I've ever read.

As advertised. This book is exactly what the cover-art and title would imply: Michael Crichton-based techno-thriller goodness. Inject this directly into my veins.

This is so much better (read: weirder) than you could've ever imagined. You KNOW there will be a movie. There's a measure of surrealism reading this in the same year as, “Trust” by Hernan Diaz.

More spy/espionage this time around than action/adventure (as compared to the first book). Still funny, still techno-thriller, but perhaps it strayed too far from what made, “Station Breaker” such a page-turning hoot.

Exactly what I wanted from this book - a fast-reading, cinematic, campy, dorky technothriller from the 90s.

It's a bit long, but still my favorite thing I've read from Dan Brown.

The enlightened reader would like character motivations that make sense and clear character development but get outta here with that. I want a fake-smart popcorn-flick and this thing DELIVERS. Where's the movie?