Kilcannon

A non-character doesn't do anything for four hundred pages. Some stuff happens around him. He goes to meetings about bridges. Pointless and aimless.

It's probably only a two-star book, but the aww-shucks hero made the whole thing too light and fluffy to really hate the fact it's mostly icky things that are old hat to the Internet strung together in a half-formed, Swiss-cheesed plot. It made a couple of good points, had a handful of amusing scenes, and tried too hard while not really trying hard at all.

Taking Drizzt above ground might've been necessary, but it wasn't as interesting as the previous two books. This one felt like the book where Salvatore had to dump in everything to catch up to how Drizzt was described in Icewind Dale, even if that means giving him new powers for no reason and having him do things with no real motivation.

I'm sure I would've liked it more when I was younger.

Sometimes Chuck gets a little silly.

A hormonal, Luciferian comedy of the singularity, infused with a sort of hippy-dippy spiritualism, filtered through a lens of mid-80's pseudoscience, and brought to life with a scattershot approach to verbal acrobatics.

I liked it.