This is the third Dalzelle book I’ve tried, and while I like the adventurous tenor of the books, I finally had to admit it was too frustrating to listen to the parts of the writing that are just dumb.
A human being in a completely alien civilization, and every species has the same human mannerisms. They all laugh like humans. They all shrug like humans. When they’re unhappy, they all frown like humans. The only creativity displayed is in cosmetic differences, because every alien species our hero encounters is an oxygen breathing biped, just like humans.
Even stupid details like time are human-centric. This alien wants to meet with our hero… in exactly one hour. Who knew that 1/24th of the Earth’s rotation is a galactic standard for measuring time? Weird.
Daizelle would do very well with an editor who would catch these tendencies and insist they be corrected on the 2nd draft.
I consider these books a waste of my credits… but since I bought three of them, it’s my own fault. I’ll ask for a refund on one, but the rest I have to take accountability.