I don’t know if I would have read the second book in this global warming series if I hadn’t already received it for Christmas, and I liked it even less than the first one, actually. I know I will not finish the trilogy, never mind how much I have enjoyed over Kim novels or how passionately I feel about global warming.

The sequel has even more interminable meetings and discussions and making to-do lists - reading it is like going to work. And the main character’s behavior - living in a treehouse in the woods despite an abnormally cold winter, dating a married CIA spook who tells him he is being bugged and tailed, playing ultimate frisbee with homeless hippies—snaps the elasticity of believability. This one was a chore to get through.