The last thirty or so pages of this book couldn't be read fast enough. After a long, seemingly repetitive 90%, the last 10% were a race. I feel like I missed so much in John's conspiratorial thoughts, and in the surrounding characters. Where the first book had strangeness at its core, this one has complacency, normalness at the center.

The weird seeps in at the edges, slowly polluting the environment of the book. I honestly can't begin to guess what is in the next two books. Most assuredly, I expect that there will be few definite answers upcoming.