Falling Sky

Life was sweet. Good. Until it came. The Bug. It started spawning monsters. Ferals. They know nothing. Nothing but violence. Violence and hunger. My name is Ben. I am one of the third generation to have lived since the outbreak. I stick to the skies. Up in my ship. It’s called The Cherub. The skies are the only safe place now.

This book was bad. It may be hard to believe, but the entire book is written much like the first part of this review, with a liberal helping of cursing to spruce it up a bit. Character development is not present in any form; the main character stays a grizzled jerk for the duration. The dialogue is weak, unimaginative, and varies only slightly from character to character; a particular man and woman are both scientists, both say nearly the exact same thing, both have the same desires and goals, but the man is portrayed as a stupid brat, while the woman is portrayed as a naive, yet selfless, heroine because the protagonist needs someone to drool over. The plot is boring and the main character is grating. There is nothing redeeming about this book.