Dies the fire by S.M. Stirling

It seems like the end of summer caught me really busy with work and school so I had less and less time to read. But I come with a review of a new book, actually half of a book. Yes kids, I had found another book I cannot finish. Why? Well... Read on.

Dies the fire has a good premise: electricity is gone due to a weird storm. Also gone are all batteries, generators and explosive devices ( read guns) from a chemical change. I am not going to go into the technical details of the entire implications of chemical changes but let's just say it is possible that only that thing happened. So I liked the idea and I had great expectations from the story because, after all, it's a trilogy and a highly rated one by modern survivalists. 

Ok, so the idea was good. It started fine, there was plenty of action in the first 100 or so pages. You has planes crashing, city fires, thugs fighting police, people escaping the cities, friends trying to reach each other, black people saved from slavery to white supremacists etc.  ...And then it jumped to boring descriptions on how they made weapons from car parts or how they milked cows, weeks after the incident. These details are probably appealing to survivalists but if you are into adventure books, this might be a bit of a let down. I think the writer had a time with lack of inspiration and started chapters without connecting much to the past. I stopped reading it when the action kinda faded. I assume that there will be plenty of actions further in the book but it kinda gotten on my nerves and I didn't feel any kind of connection with the characters. Apart from Havel - the pilot/ex military/leader of the pack, I couldn't remember any of their names and honestly I didn't really manage to care for any of them either.

Maybe it was the style of writing, maybe it was the story,  maybe I was not into the right mind frame or maybe the book simply sucked. It started good but then I realized I was wasting my time with a book I didn't care for. Give it a try, maybe it'll touch you, more than it did me.