I finished Slow Bullets. It wasn't what I expected. I thought it was going to be some epic story like what I'm used to from Reynolds but it wasn't...and at the same time it was. It's kind of hard to explain. he sets up a big mystery and instead of writing about the main mystery he writes about a group of people who are sort of stuck dealing with the after effects. I wasn't sure if I was going to like this book as much as but by the end I was convinced. It was weirdly satisfying but also not because I wanted the story to continue and get to the big stuff. It's sort of a mix of a generation ship story, a military story, a survival story and a story about memory all wrapped up in a way that's hard to separate.