When I have a lot of homework to do, a lot of tests to study for, or a lot of family-related gatherings to attend, I usually read a book to distract myself from the
consequences of not doing what I should be doing. Atmosphere by Michael Laimo is not a very good guilt-reliever. It is a fun little read with a pleasant mixture of
horror, police procedure, and historical science fiction without the historical, but it does not do that much for your brain. In other words, it is not complex,
interesting, or shocking enough to get those troublesome thoughts of failure or of the tears of Gramma Pinchycheeks out of your head. What it does do is waste some of
your time in a nice way. Sure, you may have other obligations, but why do them when you can read Laimo's surprisingly well-written first novel. It is a better effort
than Deep in the Darkness for sure, but it is still just a C or maybe just a c. It has my three Fs: fast, forgettable, and fun but I can give it little more praise than
that. The point I am making is that this novel is good for a time filler, but it will not banish all of your mental troubles like a good Stephen King will. Forget
psychologists; King has taken so much weight of stress off my shoulders that I should pay him to...wait, I already do that.