Did I enjoy that?  Not sure.  I think so, but … hmmm. Dunno.

Nice little apocalyptic fare … thwarted (of course) at the last moment, which (of course) is the fairy tale.

Books (and movies, for that matter) that end in the absolute destruction of man’s civilization tend not to fare well. 

People, silly little creatures that we are, prefer hope over despair.  Silly little creatures.

Like that movie “Life,” with Ryan Reynolds (DeadPool perfection), Jake Gyllenhaal (didn’t even have to look that up—maybe should have) and some others.  Calvin takes the world, sans Hobbes.

I still think of that other astronaut screaming into the void.  Methinks at some point things would get very zen … out in the cosmos, no hope of rescue, no way home, the total and absolute indefatigability of certain death. 

Depressing, but there is peace in certainty.  Like tumors metastasized in the bones and brain. 
Time for the really, really good drugs.  Percodin.  Seconal.  Dilaudid.

Why don’t they just use fentanyl in executions?  All this noise about humane gassing when execution is just sailing off on a little blue pill.  Guess the state doesn’t want the condemned to enjoy the ride.

Where was I?  Oh yes, this book.  John Case, “The First Horseman.”

Ahh!  That’s it.  Wrapped a little too neatly for the suspension of my disbelief. 

Basically, a doomsday cult wants … well, doomsday (duh) … and ostensibly it has all these followers and all these financial tendrils throughout society but the head nut gets thwarted by a reporter and his brainy girlfriend.

Ehhh.  It was okaaay, but … ehhh.  Hard to find a really good read these days.

Doesn’t mean I’ll stop looking.  Peanuts in the poo. 

Well that was gross.  No to the visuals ^{_{thankyouverymuch}}.  But you get the idea. 

Scale of “wasted brain space” to “Yaasssss!” … a solid meh.

But read it if you can find it, maybe it’s just me.