Twenty-Fifteen: I have been doing something that I had been putting off for far too long. I’ve gotten serious about reading, again. I’ve dusted off my paperbacks and charged up my Kindle. It has been a year to take the time to feed my poor television-adled brain with a selection of healthy, nourishing fiction. So, read on, little brain. Read on. We’ve been going Book to the Future!
I dug in and finished Robopocalypse by Daniel H. Wilson over the Thanksgiving long weekend.
It was solid, but just okay.
My Two Cents
…are worth three stars. I don’t have much to add that I didn’t say in my mid-point review of the book. If anything, my analysis would be a little more cutting: the story climaxed and the (spoiler alert) humans won the day (of course) but the unique style aspect –y’know the part where I was reading this book because it was another “World War Z” kinda story– fell apart. By the end I just felt like I was reading yet another pulp novel. Gone was the documentary feel. Gone was the post-action retrospective reporting. Instead, I’m sorry to say, Mr. Wilson left the impression that he halfheartedly rewrote some of the early bits to catch the “World War Z” wave.
Nothing to see here.
If you like robot fighting books, then this is solid. It’s a good story. It’s yet another “this is how the human race falls to it’s own creation” stories… but it’s just not as clever as I had been led to believe when I bought it.