The first book I finished this year, and it wasn't even a book I meant to read. It's a flipbook with Fred Saberhagen/Water of Thought, and for whatever reason I started it first.
It was...not great, not terrible but not great. It had that sort of rushed ending feel that so much classic, pulpy sci-fi does. It appeared as if it might have some commentary on race at a few points, but that commentary seems to be limited to simply projecting the attitudes of the day with only the slightest bit of reflection, and nothing that seemed progressive to me. Disappointing all around.