Typical annoying writing style of Diane Carey. Partial sentences. Like talking. Always reminding you that you’re reading a book instead of letting you get lost in it. Such poor attempts at clever wording: “Let the greeting distill, see what will happen.” Say what? “Like the last upbow on a cello’s low note.” Okay…
And, of course, forcing nautical terminology. “Probing like a sea lawyer.” “Every ship’s master is responsible for its own wake.” And Kirk giving an order to the helmsman of “Midships.” When did Kirk ever say that? Never. And these are just a few examples. I drowned in wave after wave of them, so to speak.
Also, in Chapter 1: “…but it would take four or five light-hours for that effect to reach the decimated outer planets…”. Ugh. Light-hours are a unit of distance, not of time. Do better! There were other technical oddities as well related to gravity, visuals, and sensors. Oh well.
I will admit, however, that Kirk’s response upon first contact at the end of Chapter 7 was gold—quintessential Kirk.
Ok, now that I’ve freed myself of the weight of Diane Carey’s writing, this book started a bit slow, but somewhere around page 100 it got rolling and was very good from that point forward. (Unfortunately, still hindered by the terrible writing style. Guess I wasn’t done venting yet.). There is a required suspension of belief (which sounds silly to even say when discussing Star Trek) with the premise of who the aliens are—wrapped up in another of Star Trek’s insistences on explaining away religion. Ugh.
So, this book was a roller coaster. Terrible writing style, good base story, old school TOS premise. Because the base story is good, I look forward to the remaining books in this series. Especially because Diane Carey didn’t write them.
Note: I’m also pleased that this book is self-contained, rather than requiring that you read the next book(s) to get any sort of closure.