Well, I can't say I didn't tear through this book; because I did. Mitchell sets up some interesting characters and plot lines and then takes the reader tearing along with him. However, even a moderate edit would have made that a more enjoyable ride.
Initially the three main characters are relatively believable. But only one of them, Charles, seemed to grow in any appreciable way, though his passage from indolent loser to altruistic hero strains credulity more than surviving 500 years in cryogenic stasis.
Jake the stoner seems lifted from the Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure handbook. Actually, the author himself couldn't help himself presenting Jake as a Keanu Reeves character synthesis; right down to the author's slightly breathless description of his good looks and hot body. In the beginning I was getting a slight vibe that the Jake might be black, which would have made for a refreshing change in the all-white (except for green, of course) world of science fiction, but in fact I was relieved that that wasn't supported as Jake turned into stoner Keanu Reeves instead.
The prison guard, Parker, seemed to me the character with the most interesting potential for development , but his character collapsed into utter flatness about halfway through and was never resuscitated.
And the lesser characters. Come on! The sexy older lady is named Giz? Giz? For reals? Brother Kevin's relentless goodness is not explained by his past. Trying to be good, yes, but being so bloody selfless all the time, no.
I found myself believing in the bonding and friendships throughout. Who couldn't survive an attack by sabre toothed bunnies and not feel closer to his mates? But mates, it turns out, can only be so close. Mitchell's frequent references to male nudity followed by "no-homo" protestations are just tiresome. He should either come to terms with his own sexual issues or just leave out the dudes' junk references altogether. Or even better, have the nerve to include a gay character line.
I found his description of the burgeoning love between Charles and Penny rather endearing. The aura business made it a bit of work, but it was sweet and innocent without being saccharine. The possibility of literally joining minds with one's beloved is very attractive and fraught and I liked that he touched on that without going all philosophical on us.
Mitchell clearly has an axe to grind regarding American drug laws, but must he grind it with such a heavy hand and so frequently? It's just boring and I found myself wondering if the wandering storyline arose from the author's being stoned at the keyboard. As they say on the internets: "Just sayin'."
This is not what any publisher would call a YA book, though I'm guessing it would be appreciated by teenaged boys more than most.
I get it, the book is all about comparing the present day to some post-apocalyptic future, but there were times when the the anachronisms were just too thick. Flint locks? Really? And the Jimi Hendrix passage was too tiresome, but since Tina Turner seems to be in retirement I guess Thunderdome needed new management.
In the end it was a good, bouncy read. More careful editing would have made it a kick-ass book.