I wanted to like this book. I truly did. But somewhere around midpoint I realized that this book felt more like a Stephen King novel than a Clarke. In true King fashion, the begin was wonderfully set up – I had visions of the where the story could be headed, enticed by the obvious religious and political undercurrents. But alas, in the end it felt more like a book that described the broad strokes of reaching maturity than any great rumination on the nature of truth or evil. This was pretty much an alien invasion story of the mild sort, with a twist ending. Probably a solid choice for the King and Shyamalan fans out there. (Now that I think about it, surprised this isn’t a Shyamalan movie yet). Already 200 pages into Revelation Space, updates to come.