This book is either a very badly written sequel, or the biggest "Middle Finger" to all of the readers I've ever seen. As some one has already stated in the reviews "What the fuck did I just read?"
Oh my, dear Joe....why the hell did you write this book? Not only was the beginning bland, slow and down right boring at the get go - but it built up to an absolute nothing at the end. Was this a joke? Where you forced to write it due to fan pressure? Was the publisher shoving money at you to make another? Or maybe, did your agent feel it was a "good idea" to make the perfectly fine one shot book into a series of them?
*Sigh*
I've never heard so much description about cooking (big on roasted chickens and fish are you?) and hating winter weather then in this....this travesty of a sequel. I hope the hell you did not win an award for this, cause that wasn't even good enough to warrant one.
*Spoilers coming for those who haven't read it yet, so don't read beyond here!*
I was so looking forward to what you had in mind of what 40,000 years further into the future would be like for you, but - instead of that - we got 24 years later, with some shape shifting aliens/angels and.....God? You threw in God to fuck the ending up even further? Not to mention, blowing up people like a Michael Bay movie or Scanners throwback...what the fuck is that? Sweet mother, was that the best you could come up with at the end?
Not only did you portray God as some sort of "wing ripping" kid that just wanted to fuck us up, but you also managed to demoralize every moment by having William thinking about a hard on for your character's wife's former lover after returning to life just after she blew up infront of them all. Nice.
There's something seriously wrong with you, sir. I could accept the overly starved sex officers from your first book (The Forever War) because it fit the times and genre, but this one was just so needlessly porn crazy it made me wonder about your mental state. Even when his son, Bill, was gone...the character barely showed any emotion or turmoil about the loss....what father would seriously just go..."oh darn, there goes my son. What's for dinner?"
Forever Free is a free for all into writer oblivion. Please, I urge you not to make any more of these books. Stop and let the first one be your legacy. It was almost as bad as a sci fi movie throwning a zombie in for no reason at all. Instead.....you threw in God.
May the nameless grant mercy on your soul for this rubbish.