Military SF isn't a genre that I naturally turn to, falling somewhere between mystery and horror in the middle-to-lower half of my spectrum of reading interests. But my steadfast--and patient--buddy reader Mimi was interested in reading this one, and the first volume of the series was in that "less than $3" sweet spot in ebook, so I decided to give it a try, too. The result was a resounding "okay."
The story: newly-promoted staff sergeant Torin Kerr is assigned to gather together a group* of Marines under the "Confederation" to act as a ceremonial guard for a diplomatic tour. The planet they're going to is on the outer edges of the Confederation, and it's important for them to get the diplomatic upper hand against their long-time enemies, the "Others."
*I think it was a platoon? listen, I don't know this military stuff.
Things on the tour are going well, if not terribly excitingly, before the Confederacy's air transport is shot down en route from one parade ground to another, and the Marines have to defend themselves and the diplomats in their care from an aggressive pack of native youths who are armed and organized for a land war. The ship that dropped them onto the planet has been called back to defend the space border from the Others, so they're on their own.
It took quite a while for me to make any real headway with Valor's Choice. The early part of the story throws lots of details at the reader: half-a-dozen races, the various people in Torin's squad* and the platoon* as a whole, a sprinkling of politics. There were several occasions where a race, or someone's name, was mentioned, and I had no recollection of who or what they were. I couldn't even tell you Torin's name if I'd turned away from the book. A friend who commented on one of my updates called this phenomenon "a Teflon book," which I thought was both funny and appropriate.
*again, don't count on me to use any of these terms correctly.
This would usually be a bad sign, but things got much more interesting (and memorable) in the last third. The various one-note characters--the dark-skinned sniper, the dad, the jaunty guy who kept getting stuck with latrine duty, the guy who can hack anything, etc.--came into their own, and I felt little pangs as they were injured or killed.
Torin had had a one-night stand with a guy named Jarret who ended up being her boss (a second lieutenant) for this diplomatic mission. Their relationship arc was pretty cool in some ways. They seemed to get over the fact that they'd slept together pretty easily, and as they tried to deal with the natives' attack, they developed a comfortable professional rapport.
Torin's role as a staff sergeant seems to involve keeping the privates and [sergeants?] in good order, and also to subtly mentor Jarret into being a good leader in such a way that the grunts don't notice. She comes across as a know-it-all who never makes the slightest misstep, whose every decision or intuition is absolutely correct. I prefer my protagonists to be more nuanced than this, but if I were in the battle situation in the book, I'd prefer somebody in her position to be experienced and competent, so there's not much to complain about.
"Not much to complain about" pretty much sums up this book for me. Also "not much to get excited about." Readers who enjoy military SF would almost certainly get a lot more out of it than I did. It's very unlikely I'll be continuing this series, but I'd be willing to give Huff's books in different genres a try.