So this is what toilet paper looked like before it came in rolls. Toilet paper in a men’s truck stop bathroom after some seriously hot, and likely bad, Thai food.
I do not know what this waste of a tree was supposed to be, but it was not anything worth reading. At all. Period. This was awful.
So someone decided to take the Tardis, turn it into an inept broom cupboard, describe the “science” of everything in it in minute detail, and then stick a thirty year old who would still live in his mom’s basement drinking Code Red and popping pimples inside. Then the aforementioned “someone” decided to give us a run down of said man’s internal monologue…just because we were stupid enough to believe the blurb on the back cover and buy the rotten thing.
The main character makes erratic jumps between describing the science of his machine, walking into the past, and dealing with client problems. The real trouble is that there is nothing connecting these leaps and no discernible plot. From chapter to chapter you get a chopped up memory or text-book jargon the equivalent of a fourteen year old trying to sound like he knows Spanish to impress a girl when he obviously doesn’t know a single syllable.
Avoid at all costs. That is my advice. I did not laugh one time and began skimming just to get the thing done with.