For a hundred pages, Leviathan Wakes had me tricked. I almost didn’t need to read the rest of the book - there was no way what had been set up could collapse in any way that was disappointing. And every time you get one of those books, where you know you’re in the middle of something you’d blow your friends off for, things click. You start filling a hole airport novels just can’t.
Instead of stopping and being satisfied that I’d found a book that would suit me if I ever needed a few pages of a well-crafted near-future, I kept reading.
And the hits started coming.