I'm sorry, Mr Simmons. If I ever find myself in a situation where I have nothing else to read, I'm sure I'll come back. In the meantime, there are just too many books our there that aren't slow, turgid, meandering, minutiae-filled, tedious romps through nothingness. I'm not going to rate, because I haven't finished it.

[edit] I've now finished it, and the five stars doesn't seem to match my comments above. Which I still, incidentally, stand by. Yes, it could still probably do with an edit, but it's the last act that changes everything and makes all the earlier meandering essential. Incredibly powerful but by no means an easy read.