Status Updates From Orbital

“When we’re on that planet we look up and think heaven is elsewhere, but here is what the astronauts sometimes think: maybe all of us born to it have already died and are in an afterlife. If we just go to an improbable, hard to believe in place when we die, that glassy, distant orb with its beautiful lonely light shows could well be it”

This should have been a book of poetry, not a novel. It is lyrical, stream-of-consciousness writing and for a novel it is absolutely excruciating to read.

This feels like a bunch of writing prompts and English class assignments that the author haphazardly put together to make a novel. It is vingettes and half-thoughts.

Why say "weathermen and women" rather than simply "meteorologists"?