Kilcannon

It didn't make me actively angry, for the most part.

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.

One star bump up as a result of cutting it some YA slack. It reads like an outline for a good movie.

One cheap story device cost it a full star, and a handful of other issues cost it another.

Took the fairly standard first book in an entertaining new direction. I am surprised to discover that I now plan to get the third book when it comes out.

The self-congratulatory section at the end where the authors had their fictional Hunter S. Thompson praise them was the only really offensive part. The rest was pretty funny.

I'll give it three stars despite the inclusion of Molly Ivins. Seems silly to rate something written by Kinky Friedman too harshly, especially when it's sort of a children's book. I forget exactly when I read it earlier this year, but I forgot to add it.

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.

This scholar's temperament seems entirely ill-suited for writing about anything even approaching the avant-garde. Still, there are moments of insight and it is a good overview of Jarry's work.

If the cover of the book hadn't given away the whole thing, this pleasant little Cold War conspiracy book would have been pleasanter.

I don't think I've ever read a video game novelization before. It's odd, because so many scenes clearly mapped to a kind of gameplay I can visualize.

The book lacked a good final boss, though.

I liked the part where nothing happened for 280 pages and then everything that did happen was really stupid and happened for no reason.

I gave it one bonus star for being pointlessly vulgar, for having the ending I wanted and for having cover art and text that are a little deceptive, which always amuses me.

Should have read this a decade or two ago. A little embarrassing that I'd considered an academic focus in American naturalism without having done so. (Not that this novel is from that country or time ... but still relevant.)

KaBOOM is a great organization, and the philosophy behind it is common-sense and liberating. While Hammond comes off a little pushy on occasion, you can't fault him for doing a lot of good, and for laying out a mindset that encourages children not just to be children, but fully functional human beings.

I always like stories of outcasts in cultures that are nothing like my own, more than I enjoy stories of the cultures themselves. I'm not sure what that says about me ...

More hit than miss, like his stand up, and delightfully '70s in tone.

Blum and Orman get a lot of flak from the fan community, but they're usually fairly fun and only occasionally completely obnoxious.

Plus they angst the Doctor up a bit and do their part to make the Eight Doctor more interesting than a few of the others.

This is definitely a minor work, and not hard sci-fi by any stretch, but it's also full of charm. A pleasant time travel romp with a level of cheer and bittersweet optimism that is uncharacteristic of Haldeman.

A little too much style over substance, and an attempt to force a meme on the world. I don't like it when marketing, especially an attempt at viral marketing, is built into the book.

I wanted to like it more, I just couldn't quite do it.

Having finally gone off the deep end, Castaneda is less convincing than ever here, and more boring.

Even with the introduction of more cartoonish bad guys, there's no entertainment here, and certainly no insight.

But at least there are blobby spirit energies blooping around.

Is reviewing this even relevant? It's a historical artifact more than anything. I read it on my way to Amsterdam.

Passable entertainment. Not really much more to say about this one. I think that's all they're going for with the current range of Doctor Who books.

As dippy as a mid-level Xena episode, it's hard to hate this too much. Written for a younger audience than some media tie ins ... or maybe just a dumber one.

Historical questions that have developed in the decades since its writing aside, this is an enthralling read.

The stories told here give a highly personal look at an event that is too big to comprehend easily otherwise.

Haha, the author's name is “Abel Kane.” And his descriptions of Slaughter's angry face are hilarious. I read it before watching the movie, so it was all new to me.