There is one type of book I really can't stand. That's a book where the characters spend more time thinking to themselves than interacting with other characters or their environment. Introspection has its place, but it should be a small one.
It took a long time to figure out why this book would be considered science fiction. Then the flying saucer showed up and the science fiction part became obvious. Yes, a flying saucer. The story continued to drag along like a grade school dance recital — some brief moments of interesting and long periods of why-am-I-here. The book was so slow I even got caught up in counting the misspelled or completely wrong words. Don't waste your time. Not recommended.
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