Since I’m the first person to review this book on GR, I kind of wish I had liked it more. To be fair, you won’t go Cataton(ic) reading this, it’s pretty dynamic, it reads quickly and it isn’t by any means a terrible book, it’s more along the lines of a decent book that tries to cram too many convoluted ideas into it and the cover it all up in endless descriptive action. So basically this is a first contact story, it starts off pretty well, with a lone survivor of an event. Or The Event. Aliens arrive, murder a bunch of people and leave the rest in a coma. Devon, our protagonist, a family man first and foremost, sets off to save his daughters and the woman he loves. This is his story, it’s told in an epistolary form, essentially one long confession style account addressed to You, like he’s some kind of a Joe Goldberg wannabe. And he isn’t, nowhere near as disturbed or as compelling. Devon is more along the lines of an average guy who thinks he’s funnier than he is, also pretty immature for 33, but that’s all relative. The thing is, though, as the novel progresses, it becomes positively mired in a pretty mechanical description of aliens, alien activities, Devon’s activities among aliens, etc. So the texture of the narrative becomes unwelcomely dense. Then it slips into time traveling in some logistically questionable ways until the straight out bizarre attempt at a happy ending that is all kinds of morally and intellectually questionable. And the thing is…by then you don’t really care. Whatever potential this had to become an exciting alien invasion survival story gets buried under it’s (over)writing, too much quantity, not enough quality. And it’s difficult to overwrite a book that comes in under 200 pages, but there it is. The quality itself is actually ok in a way of the sort of books that get advertised on a resting kindle face, the bestselling cheaply and quickly produced second and third tier genre pop fiction. Nothing major publishers would go with, but self published or small presses sort of thing, the kind of books I’ve come to associate with random kindle freebies I occasionally try, but somewhat more professionally executed. There’s still something amateurish about the writing, but overall it’s very readable and if that’s all you’re expecting, you’ll enjoy it more. But ideologically this is something of a muddled mess as much as I appreciated a Planet of the Apes nod. Read quickly enough, but didn’t impress, despite the potential and an exuberantly ambitious description. User mileage may wary. Maybe. Thanks Netgalley.