This was an enjoyable read but . . . it wasn’t The Martian. Weir does a good job again of weaving real science into this novel but it feels less organic this time and more . . . inserted. Weir establishes a good and consistent voice for his character (I listened to the audiobook, read by Rosario Dawson, who was great.) but I didn’t find myself nearly as engaged by her.
Maybe he doesn’t write women as well as he writes men or maybe the plot just didn’t grab me as much as the “entire planet coming together to bring our boy home” arc of The Martian did. Either way, I couldn’t put The Martian down whereas I felt my mind wandering during Artemis and I found myself eager for it to hurry up and finish.
Not a bad sophomore effort, but not great either.