Mr. Turtledove’s alternate history of the world, from a North American perspective, continues to be interesting. However, and this observation applies to the last book as well, the stylistic decision to jump between viewpoints while time progresses begins to drag down the story. I’m interested in all of the characters, but the shifting viewpoints disturb the flow. Or maybe it was that some of the deaths were too predictable.
(And we don’t need to know, yet again, that Sam Carsten will sunburn easily. By this point we know who, and how fair, he is.)