I was happy to finally get down to finishing Jack Campbell’s time-travel-second-chance novel In Our Stars. It’s just that it was under very unfortunate circumstances (the con is going poorly). Oh, well. At least it was a good distraction.
…Oh. I did it already. Yeah, it’s been that kind of day.
I’ve gotten a third of the way into this book and it’s the most disappointing Jack Campbell I’ve ever read.
The main character complains about how racist and prejudiced all of socity is to every person she meets, which already makes her terrible, but she’s doing it decades in the past – before any of the prejudices she decries come into existence.
It’s disingenuous, distasteful, and unentertaining.
But if you like it I’ll try again to finish.
Well, don’t torment yourself just because I was okay with the book. I’ve had a bad weekend. 🙂