When I finished Blackout I was thoroughly ticked off at Connie Willis. Seriously, Blackout is not really a novel; it's half of a novel. It just stops at the end. It was ridiculous and I have no idea what Willis and her publishers were thinking.

Having said that, now that I've read All Clear, the second half of Blackout, all is forgiven. It took me several pages to get caught back up--because I do not have instant recall of a several-hundred page book that I read eight months ago--but once I did I really was swept into the book and found it incredibly difficult to put down. Yes, the two books should have been edited down into one; yes, you could probably cut 300 pages of near-misses and searches for drops and Alf-and-Binnie escapades and not miss a thing. But the ending of All Clear is so good, and I loved seeing all the plot strands resolve themselves. I only wish that the editing had been stronger; this might have been Willis's finest novel.