I love to read. I've loved reading science fiction for 30+ years. I like Asimov (very much).
This book is mind-numbing garbage.
By page 10 it was obvious where the various plot threads were headed. By page 100 the threads were wandering and the characters babbling aimlessly. With a yell, I threw the book across the room in disgust (something I NEVER do because I treat my books as close friends) and have not touched it since.
I really should have known better. About 10 years ago I swore off all science fiction that was "co-authored".
I read science fiction, not only because of the unimaginable and inventive concepts, but primarily because of the author's style. In my mind, the author's style is their personality in print. You can read any of their books, no matter what the theme or subject, and it's like meeting an old friend.
In the co-authored books that I have attempted reading in the past, the imprint of either author is muddled. Style is virtually non existent or erratic.
If all I want is concepts, plot ideas, and situations I'll read Cliff Notes.
The premise of this book is so very much Asimov (I will definitely read the short story). The expansion of the premise is tedious, wordy, and throws your mind into a stupor.
This book is totally devoid of any of the wry humor, the quirks of human nature and the clever wit that I associate with Isaac Asimov.
No Asimov is better than watered down, faux Asimov.