All the Weather Warden books are good - okay, very good, excellent even - but this one just plain wore me out. From start to finish it is fast, furious, and doesn't let you, or Joanne (our herione) breathe.
The adventures in Firestorm has a redundant pattern that seems unbreakable. Duty, distrust, anger, pain, horror, sadness. That challenge finished, go to the next where Joanne again faces duty, distrust, anger, pain, horror and sadness. No rest for the weary, the same ugly scenario plays over and over and over, each time becoming more and more intense. Seriously well-written, you feel every bit of pain and anguish Joanne does. Unfortunately, you never get a moment to weep or heal, the next crisis comes too quickly for that indulgence.
There were several points in this book where I just plain wanted to give up, and hoped the heroine would as well. If Joanne had, at any point said, "That's it, you've broken me, I'm jumping off this cliff, ya'all can go to hell in a handbasket without me.", I would have sighed and answered, "well, Duh, about time, let me hold your coat," and cheered her on. Trust me on this, for Joanne, suicide would be a step up on her happiness scale.
I honestly don't know if I'll want to read the next book in the Weather Warden series. If the ending of this one had been even vaguely hopeful, I would have at least felt it had been worth the struggle, but there is no ending, only the promise of more pain and suffering.
Reading so that I might again wallow in depression and futility has never been my shtick.