If you should happen to come across this review, forgive me for two important digressions.
First, it's important you understand just how bad of a reading slump I have been in. Every novel I have picked since around Christmas has been DNF for me. I have read 2 graphic novels, and they weren't bad. The only fiction I finished in that time. But as for standard novels, I am getting quite desperate for an enjoyable read.
I've tried authors I have heard of, and ones I have not. I have jumped to other genres. Gone with recently released and stuff from years ago. I attempted an epic, and have the last few times attempted smaller novels, shorter fiction. I have done everything but walk into a library with a dead carp and choosing to read whatever volume it lands on once I heave it into the stacks.
Nothing. And at this point I'm ready to find that carp.
It's bad.
Enter this smallish volume. Nice cover, interesting premise, hopefully a quick read. And because of my aforementioned lousy luck in finding fulfilling fiction, I told myself I would push beyond my normal metric of determining if a book is worth reading. (50 pages.) The first 50 pages were okay, not great, so I might have kept up with it even under those usual rules.
But then this book got worse. Less interesting, more confusing. And still I said I was going to finish it, because I have been so unable to finish books these last few months.
Less than an hour ago, I told myself, "okay, if you can literally make it through half of this book, you can find a way to finish it. Here we go."
I failed to make it to half.
I WANT to enjoy books. I myself write them, so it is no thrill to mention that someone has written something poor. Then again, when I realize some things that take off, when none of my novels have gotten anywhere near the press or the sales and interest of books that are just...sad...I feel less guilty for leaving bad reviews.
This is the first part of a TRIOLOGY of books. I didn't know that until reading other reviews on this site for this book. Thank the book divinities I did decide to go against my plan and DNF this when I did...otherwise I might have forced myself through this turgid mess, only to find I needed to read two more books just like it to gain any closure. Huge bullet dodged. I will never doubt my 50 pages grace ever again.
The other digression is that this book may have ended my further attempts to read scifi. Every TIME I wander into scifi it's a damn problem. I tell myself it is time to give it another chance and I run into this thing. This lousy book wouldn't have done it alone, but as the straw that broke the CyberCamel's back, I may have just permanently abandoned an entire genre because of it.
The premise of all the plastic in the world melting for an unknown reason is a promising one. It's too bad the book only obliquely mentions is very own premise. But instead we get what basically amounts to Gilmore Girls, or a town in a Hallmark Movie, if plastic melted.
Love triangles and every man treating every woman like shit. Handsome rogues that sleep with everyone and aunts that don't approve. Everybody who peaked in high school still in the same town talking about the same people they gossiped about 30 years ago, and stabbing people in the back with the same knives.
And didya hear? The world's ending. Better postpone the potluck for a while.
This is a poorly written, glacially paced soap opera of boring personalities. Hundreds...of...personalities.
It's bad enough the POV is a head-hopping wet dream. But it head hops into and out of, when I lost count, about 20 named characters that have dialogue. 20, and probably counting after I stopped. But it was when the erstwhile protagonist rolled up to visit someone, and stopped to have dinner with New Character 19, and his perky wife New Character 20, (on page 125!) that I knew I wouldn't be making it to the halfway point.
And this was after I forced myself through a page and half long, "as you know Bob" monologue about online banking from a character that had only appeared once up to that point, but is suddenly integral to the very existence of one the the other supporting characters and his past.
And didya hear? Maude's undies melted because they contained plastic, and they dripped down her nice round ass and onto the 7-11 floor, while Eddy Peddy, vice-captain of the Football team when Maude had been the third string cheerleader was manager on duty at the time.....and Eddy's long dormant dreams of her without her panties awakened within him, just four feet from the beef jerky display.
And on and on and on and on. Who the hell cares? You don't sympathize with any of them, because the whole town is populated with the most sickening abusive narcissistic clods this side of Wall Street.
Authors struggle everywhere to be seen by just a few people, and this pabulum sells like hotcakes?
Where's the worldwide pseudoscientific maguffin that explains that tragedy?