It took me a while to settle into this sequel. For one thing, the author switched from the hero’s p.o.v. in the last novel, which I rather enjoyed, to telling the story from the perspective of one of his sidekicks. Furthermore, there is a huge genre shift here from action-adventure sci-fi to dystopian, surviving-the-end-of-the-world-in-the-aftermath sci-fi. Either of these changes alone are enough to make me want to picket the author’s front porch with a sign to the effect of, “I feel personally betrayed.”
If you can get past all of that, however, this remains one hell of a book. Being an author myself… well, it’s kind of like having a doctor for a patient. I eventually decided I would relinquish control of the story to the guy actually writing it and started my unconditional surrender somewhere towards the end of act 1. Once I was over myself, I found I was expressly enjoying the novel. And from 61% on (according to my Kindle) it goes from being a 3 star read to a 4 star read.
Moon Dust is as fast paced as Alien Disaster, if a bit more moody. The sense of devastation on Earth following the moon’s explosion had the ring of truth to it, based on the Discovery Channel documentary I watched with top scientists weighing in from around the world with similar speculations. So the author did his homework. There are surreal moments throughout that recall some of my wildest moments on paper; hell this could be an homage. The correlations are probably unintended, but for being a writer after my own heart, he definitely earns some bonus points.
In short, in my humble opinion, this franchise continues to be worth the humble price of the ticket to ride. I’ll be hanging in there for the final installment of the trilogy yet to come.