I expected something epic, something wonderful and startling and captivating. What I got instead was a classic tale of the mean, old aliens (15 feet tall) landing on our beloved world, , enslaving mankind, our resistance and eventual victory (?). The problem I have with books of this sort is the utter stupidity and illogical actions of the aliens. Why in the world would a race travel trillions of miles only to enslave poor, little us? And why all the trickery and not-so-subtle movements? Surely creatures this advanced could kill us all in a few minutes and have the planet to themselves.
Then there is the group of resisters. It's a small world after all with this motley crew of multi-ethnic, multi-religious, multi-racial, multi-aged fighters - our own little UN of Earth folk. And despite the obvious, uh, disparity in skill level, technology and oh, about a million years of civilization, our group ekes out a tie. The ending ranks among one of the worst in modern fiction. After this LONG, not so great buildup, the aliens suddenly decide one day to pack up and leave. Seems they are lonely for the home world and decide that - hey, we spent a few trillion getting here and setting up so why not leave it all without rhyme or reason? We are back where we started, wondering and wandering about our navels and the strange way the universe acts. But we're gonna build a better world, yes-sirree! Hold your hats, partner, let me get my saw!