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culminates in another of those historically-coincidental climaxes featuring famous figures to whose thoughts we are suddenly privy... this is a hallmark of a bad book.

a description of airport commerce, followed by this one-sentence paragraph: "This is who we are." No, it's not. This is a reductive and sophomoric novel.

kills a minor character over the course of a chapter to reinforce the point that video games can be dangerous. that's the level of profundity we're dealing with here.

comes alive in the Laura Pottsdam sections

"who if he could have heard what was going through Bishop's head at that moment... would have never exploded that bomb." yeah, no. here Mr. Hill reveals his fundamentally shallow view of the world, which in this instance (and others) borders on outright naivete.

this is a zeitgeist novel.

the student Laura is the best. the rest? eh.... "Time heals many things because it sets us on trajectories that make the past impossible." It does? much here is similarly muddled.

I see no reason to continue.

well, the prose isn't fussy. but it's also rather plebeian, the perspective rather Captain Obvious. so far I feel like anybody could have written it- well, anybody who wanted to bother and wasn't concerned with communicating anything unexpected. I'll soldier on.