Echo Base

What could have been an interesting though somewhat cliche novel about a killer relentlessly stalking a mark turned out to be an obnoxiously dense tale of a woman and her idyllic life with hardly any challenges. The author goes on and on in unnecessary detail about mundane aspects of the protagonist's life, filling probably over 80% of the book with mostly pointless fluff with hardly any relation to the story at all. The minority of the text that moves the plot along is mostly the psychotic inner monologue of the villain. It's not awful I suppose, but it's basically him just obsessing over his target and not much else. Aside from these short interludes, the stories of the protagonist and the villain almost never intersect. Unfortunately I found myself slogging through the overly long descriptions of flowers, beverages, and other irrelevant stuff for a tiny bit of drama. Not the most gripping tale.