I wanted to like this book. The premise is great: the consequences of galactic warfare with the use of wormholethingies and the time-differences that causes. The impact that has on soldiers who return to Earth, after what has for them been just an few months or years, but for Earth hundreds of years.
It could have been a fantastic story. Epic, dramatic, poignant. But it isn't.
Instead we get a convoluted, chaotic plot (which, I understand from reviews of the sequel books, will only get worse) written from a very sexist viewpoint.
Clearly this book isn't for me, as I'm not a 16 year old macho male.
It gets one star for the fact that I managed to read the entire book and didn't throw it out in disgust (even though at times I rolled my eyes and shouted at it). It gets another star for the premise and the suits. The suits were great. But that's all. And I won't be reading the sequels. I don't want to read books that in the last pages make me go "wait, whát?" .