Publishing Date: June 2017
Publishers Description: All Jamie Allenby ever wanted was space. Even though she wasn’t forced to emigrate from Earth, she willingly left the overpopulated, claustrophobic planet. And when a long relationship devolved into silence and suffocating sadness, she found work on a frontier world on the edges of civilization. Then the virus hit…
Review: Jamie, Jamie, Jamie. Jamie this and Jamie that….me, me, me, me. Besides this being about you know who, the storyline was great until it got bogged down with Jamie’s strange and often wrong perspectives on life, people, furniture….whatever. This was such an un-compelling read due to the character disaster that is Jamie. For instance, Jamie doesn’t like a particular woman (Rena) in their group and due to the author’s penchant for theatrics, this woman is rendered as a thin lipped, scrawny, flat chested shrew in EVERY scene where she is pivotal. We get it, she’s a bitch and you don’t like her. Fukin A, get over it.
What was most strange about this novel was the lack of the science element in a fictional work. Why are the alien planets not explained in detail? How do the ships travel faster than light (not mentioned that they do) while still needing to be refueled constantly? What is the fuel used that allows for inter (trans?) galactic travel? Nope, no siree-bob, you just have to accept the world building like dog breath and dryer lint….it just is.
This novel was mired in Jamie’s constant inner-ruminations when it would have been better served enjoined with the external elements that make up this universe so as to balance out the novel. I think English authors are predominately dominated by dialogue which pivots around personal turmoil. A novel that traverses the universe to an expected climax that in the end is nothing of note almost feels like a cheat. This will appeal to those that like a novel steeped in heavy personal exchanges and inner-ruminative dialogue, but not me so much.