Oh, this book. This book!
The only time I have for reading these days is about an hour a day before I go to sleep; so I have to be honest… after two days, I almost started this book over, thinking I must have been too tired to understand it. After four days, I almost put it aside, thinking that I am not a hoopy frood who knows where his towel is and am clearly too meshugganah to grok this literature.
I’m not a big fan of books that – and I’ve seen this more in fantasy than science fiction – without explanation of the term, throw in words that either don’t mean anything [in our time, now] but clearly do [in the setting of the book] or words that mean one thing [to us now] and something completely different [and, again, unexplained] in the book. Or words that are nouns, used as verbs. Get where I’m going with this? So I almost put it aside, because, Sweet Zombie Jesus. I’m not stupid but I am easily frustrated.
After about 100 pages (and I’ll pretty much give any book 100 pages, as that’s when most of them begin to hit their stride) I was hooked. I trusted the author, having enjoyed other books by him, and it totally paid off. By the time that the flashbacks stopped, and everything was being told as-is, going forward, I didn’t even want it to end. And in the end, even the beginning made sense; it’s all about language.