I was so overjoyed to find the work of Robert Sawyer that I've been grabbing everything up and loving it...except for this. I feel like this dim witted religiosity, "intelligent design", is being rammed down my throat to the point I want to puke it back up and throw the book away unfinished. Please tell me the author doesn't really believe this nonsense. If so, my respect for him has plummeted. I'm around 40% through the book and I sure hope it goes somewhere *else*.
ETA: Finished now. It doesn't. The words maudlin and tripe come to mind.
ETA: Finished now. It doesn't. The words maudlin and tripe come to mind.
