For some reason that escapes sanity, I watched the Staw Wars films on TV, then had the inspirational desire to read the story after the last movie. I randomly picked up this book at a used store and paid for it, not believing my luck in finding what I thought I wanted. Little did I know that Star Wars books, especially, perhaps, the older ones, are little more than terrible fanfiction published, no doubt, to capitalize on the world’s most popualr (at the time) franchise. This story has elements that would normally make it interesting; but the author is balless and falls far short of the bold adventure the orginal movies embodied.

This deadening restraint also muddies the character portrayals; each one is represented woodenly, with so little genuine emotion or evidence of human psychology one questions if this was written by a particularly clever Commodore 64. Frankly, I’ve endured movie videogames with more depth and feeling, and they uniformly SUCK as a universally-accepted rule.

This story has information on the continued storyline, so if you love Star Wars and have no discerning taste in what you get of it, this book will make a nice addition to your collection. If, however, you desire to read something written like a book with characters and plot that are represented as something more than binary on a page, avoid this mulch-destined piece of crap and stick with the nouveau comic storylines.