For fuck's sake, I took my time with this bugger. The time I took to read it is fairly indicative of my enjoyment of the thing too; i.e. not all that much. Sure, there were sections that I had a good time reading (Wolf, in particular, and when Jack makes it to Thayer) but the book generally dragged its arse like a dog with worms.
Perhaps it was a labour of love or just a jaunt and a flexing of their writing muscles in a less typical, but not unrelated genre, for the co-authors but I could have done without it.
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