Just as that chase dies down, the scientific weirdness kicks in like a jet afterburner. One of the things I’ve always enjoyed about Rollins is the way he lays out scientific thinking or history in ways that are immediately grasped by his readers. He doesn’t dumb it down. He couches it in terms that lay readers can pick up on and understand.
I loved the idea of the group mind as well as the other possibilities that the author postulates. I really think we’re not that far off from doing some of the things he writes about in this book, which makes things even more scary.
Even as that is going on, Rollins brings in his bad guys. You don’t really forget about them, but the suddenness and viciousness of their attack arrives with the speed and accuracy of a major league hitter’s homerun swing. Rollins cuts back and forth between the different action going on and really winds the clock with this one.
In some ways, some of the characters are thin. Jack Menard, our action hero, comes out really well and there’s enough depth in his back story with Lorna to carry the relationship. I loved Lorna’s connection with the animals as well as having to deal with the tragedy in her past. But both Lorna and Jack’s brother come off almost as cardboard, though they have some nice lines and are good to have around.
But face it. This book isn’t about the characters really. It’s about the action. It’s about imagining what it would be like to be in the middle of the situation and how things are going to work out. In that regard, Rollins delivers a fantastic thriller that fills a reader’s mind with larger-than-life threats and last-minute saves. I truly regretted finishing the book because I know it’s going to be a while before I find another read like this one. At least until Rollins’s next book arrives.