SO I FINISHED TIME SPIKE by Eric Flint the other day and, well, it’s not really up to his standards. It’s not actually bad or anything, but it reads kind of like the skeleton of one of his better books, or a knockoff by a competent ghostwriter. I’d hold out for the paperback version, at the very least. On the other hand, I started Walter Jon Williams’ Implied Spaces last night, and so far I’m liking it a lot.