Received from the author for review. Registered in Centreville, Virginia, USA.

Ever heard of Chekhov's gun? I found myself thinking about it a lot while reading this. Our tale takes place in post-apocalyptic New York City, roughly 250 years in the future, and mankind has gone largely primitive. Some of the locals hear whispers (a term that is, distractingly, always italicized) - sounds, pictures, memories, and overall knowledge of events and people from long ago. Some of them are able to use this information to help others, like the woman with medical whispers. Others go insane. Some folks with advanced technology show up and start rounding up those with whispers. A lot of characters and locations are introduced for a chapter and then are never heard from again. I spent a lot of time having no idea what was going on and how society got from real world New York to the situation in the story, to the point where I stopped feeling all that interested. It's one thing for your characters to not know what's going on, but it helps to drop the occasional clue to the reader. Even those characters who presumably knew the backstory to all this would make frustratingly vague references to other characters or previous events, none of which are really cleared up. By the end, I know something happened, but I still have no idea what. And, unfortunately, I'm not all that concerned. I think there was a good idea in here somewhere, but the story needs to be tightened up. There's a lot of meandering plot and extraneous detail that doesn't add anything. The gun needs to go off.

Bringing to the BCinDC meetup today. If no one claims it, it'll go on the OBCZ shelf.

I found this in a coffee shop in a small hamlet just outside of Baltimore MD. while attending a retreat at the Pearlstone Retreat Center. I enjoyed the post apocalyptic story set in 200 hundred years in the future after civilisation had been destroyed by a natural disaster and survivors living off the remains of civilisations corpse fought each other using nanotech to spears depending on their level of according to their abilities, some, who had been protected by cacooning or suspending animation had the highest of tech, and those who lived on the surface had degenerated to primitive but still very human levels used the spears. interesting but somewhat hard to read as the narration seemed to parallel the title and present a "Gazillion Little Pieces." I will leave this book in a "Little Lending LIbrary" in Hollywood California.