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Looked for a book to read while on winter break at my parents' house; found this amongst my dad's fancy editions of sci-fi classics. And it did have the feel of something written decades ago rather than this century. Nothing terribly wrong with that; it was an entertaining enough space romp. But the romance part felt more obligatory than interesting, and the main character was fairly stereotypical, the Strapping Young White Man. Still, it had some compelling moments, particularly once the black hole came into play. And being a later book in a series didn't prevent me from understanding what was going on at all.