Well.

I really wanted to like it. On a superficial level I actually really liked it. Like you love a good Saturday night movie with popcorn and nachos. But that is basically were this ends for me. It is a fun read, it is full of info dumps on a very basic level.

But overall?

I'm so missing depths. This is just another of those novels, were we have a lonesome, white nerd guy, that saves the world, 'cause he has to.

Besides a lot of missing depth on his character, there are minor plot holes, like: why was there no proximity alert, when he first encountered the Blib-A, but also big plot holes (all the earth side of the story, where they are basically destroying the whole planet, to save the planet, what happens with Venus, what happens with both strands once Taumoeba are introduced to our solar system).

So instead of writing a book to demonstrate, how amazing the whole world can be in pulling it together to save the world, this book describes how amazingly everyone can work together to destroy the planet and not save the world from climate change, but to just send a totally immature boy, who can't follow basic principles in biological experiments, a russian (with a very stereotypical alcohol problem) and another scientist (whom we basically know, because he's stern; moreover, they both have no further character, do not let me get into all those stereotypes) into space to save us all. But there is of course no time left for this back story of a destroyed earth, but we just assume, everything will be fine, because the sun is shining again.

So he not only has no social life, because dooo, had one disaster of a girl friend, but is a nerd and therefor oh so lovable. I'm kind of fed up with these stories, that are basically the grown up version of all those teenage books, where the hero saves everyone, but just for the nerd guys out there, as the premise of this story is basically, that he does not even check in after what he has done.