It’s the first book of a multi-part space-opera series. The aliens are mostly satisfactorily evil, the solution to the impossibility-of-coherent-space-opera problem is clever, and the people in the stories are interesting.
There are irritants — for example, the only character so far to suggest, you know, talking to the aliens before shooting, is reviled as a blowhard and quickly disposed of. But still, good story, clever premise, and I confess to enjoying space opera.
But... there are five books in the series, and they’re priced pretty cheap on Kindle, and Amazon one-click ordering is right there, and... well, I defy you to finish one and not immediately buy the next. I’m on the third volume at the moment.
Fortunately, I’m a little late to the game in that I didn’t get sucked into buying The Human Division, the latest in the series, piecewise in thirteen fragments.
I’m not actually mad at either Scalzi or Amazon; I’m getting good entertainment value for money. But I am in awe at the effortlessness with which successive instalments of cash are being whisked out of my wallet. In the hands of someone evil, this could be dangerous.