And they're selecting KIDS and sending them up there with little to no training at all?! Throw in three kids and have them talk to each other when they're all from different countries?! Completely absurd. WHAT?! WHAT THE FUCK?! In what universe is that even remotely possible?! It takes astronauts years and years of training, advanced degrees, physical and mental tests have to be passed in order to get chosen for a mission. The premise: NASA runs out of funding, so they decided to hold a publicity event to send some random ass 14-18 years old to the moon. That's what powers the imagination, the spark of possibility.Īs for this book, my book reaction is: BWAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA LOLOLOL ARE YOU FUCKING SHITTING ME? Because there is no way in hell anything in this book is believable. In order for willing suspension of disbelief to happen, there has to be an iota of credibility, some tiny fragment that makes our mind say 'this could be true, there's a slight chance this might happen.' It sets up for the enjoyment of a book. It is a tool passively exercised by the reader to believe what we read in a book is within the realm of possibility. Let me talk to you for a moment about willing suspension of disbelief. It was hilariously, spectacularly, hysterically unbelievable. In case I haven't made that quite clearĥ. Like what? Why? Where did that come from?Ĥ. Completely needless moment of romance where Mia and Antoine know each other for all of a few pages and all of a sudden kisses. You could skip to the last 15% of the book and know what you need to knowģ. 50% of the book is spent introducing us to the bratty and annoying Mia, the token Japanese girl (she's Japanese so she can tell scary Japanese stories), and the spectacularly unmemorable MiaĢ.

Granted, we're only a few days into 2016, but the fact remains that this book is awful. This is the dumbest book I've read this year.

172 Hours on the Moon by Johan Harstad