Aftermath

This novel is so convoluted, so inconsistent, and somehow capable of burying every interesting part of it in a heep of needless drivel. It hand holds you through every part offering up almost no moments for you to extrapolate or think on your own about it. The novel cant even decide if its commiting to the otherworldly ness of star wars or if it's going to really commit to referencing our normal world. Filled with wink wink nidge nudge references to everything else star wars it feels about as subtle as the merchandising scene from Spaceballs.