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Boy oh Boy. It's going to be tough to finish this one. Pike reminds me of a more sophisticated Richard Laymon, and that's definitely not a compliment. He also clearly did next to no research on space travel. He spends several pages on characters bickering like teenagers over irrelevant stuff and then spends one meager sentence on the ship's launch. T-minus 2 hours to launch... And they're in space. Good grief

Am I crazy or is this whole book about being under his father's shadow? Maybe I'm seeing ghosts, but I see references to his dad's work every dozen pages or so. Obtuse references to Carrie, Dark Half, Dark Towers, so on. "They looked at her as if she was covered in blood." King Sorrow is a powerful being who can give them whatever they want, but at a steep price.

Picked this book up at a free library in Drammen, Norway. They had almost all books by Mo and I fear I made the wrong choice. Mo stuffs every sentence with a gluttony of unnecessary and mundane details. I want to take a sharpie and blackout all superfluous words. Follows the format of every British thriller I've read in the last 15 years. Tease and divulge maddeningly slowly. We'll see if it pays off.

In the beginning, MC gets really bogged down in procedure and medical jargon. He must have been missing his med school days. One of the driest of his books so far. He didn't quite have a handle on exposition like he did later on.

Rick Stanton is a stunningly narcissistic and stubborn ass. I would be ashamed of many, many things that he writes in this book. Way too many. His overconfidence is scary and while I would like him to be in the rescue team if I were trapped in a cave, I certainly wouldn't want him to be the man in charge. And I would not want to be his friend, like most people, per his own words. Ghost writer desperately needed here.

Rick Stanton is such a humongous ASSHOLE, who surely scores highly on the psychopath scale, that it's become quite difficult to enjoy this book. Now I'm skimming all of the pages about his life. If it's not about the rescue, I don't want to hear about what a phenomenal human being Rick is.

That moment when you set out to write a book about a rescue you participated in, but instead write a self congratulatory biography about how awesome you are. Must be nice to be so flexible that you can suck your own dick like that.

Holy shit. What if a book was narcissistic? I've never seen an author so enamored with their character. Whatever happens, he makes it about how awesome this guy is. "Somebody farted in the lobby. Victor had farted once. He was the bestest farter in the history of wind breaking."

This book goes from 0 to 69 really fast. It seems like the reader is going along for a fantasy adventure in old Prague.

But once we get there, it oddly becomes a mixture of character cliches and a teenage boy's sexual idea of what a woman is. One that involves a grown woman being aroused by statues, fucking strangers in bathrooms, having orgasms after 3 pumps, and also being aroused next to a dead body. Bodes badly.

It's in interesting story and Magnus is a funny guy.

But he seems to be from the School of Stereotypical Characters with horrible, borderline racist accents and ways of speaking. This could get grating.

More than half of the book and sweet fuck all has happened in this hard-to-believe, even for this type of thriller, whacky story. If the Orphan X series were an album, this would be one of the filler tracks.

Stalled on this boring and generic book.

Expectation is often the determining factor for satisfaction. One who goes into this biography expecting loads of stories about U2 and tales about the music and the road are bound to be a bit let down by the philosophical musings and religious drudgery that Bono dishes out. He is a deep man and he will blow past an entire tour to instead devote 10 pages about his Christian fervor. Is it bad? No, but it's unexpected.

"Prepare to be scared... Really scared!" Reese Witherspoon.

What scared you, Reese? Maybe not being able to get the movie rights?

There's not a single, remotely scary thing in this book. I can't even guess at what might have conjured any fear in Reese. But it's fine.