I just finished it and it's awful.

>!Why on Earth would Eunice go to all that trouble, pulling a dozen things out of her ass at a time, to ensure the safety of Verity, who never did anything or amounted to anything? She had no real personality, and half of her lines were repeating what the previous person said to her as a question.!<

>!I sincerely doubt that the Server, whatever it is, can ensure a steady enough bandwidth between two stubs that Connor, who apparently has nothing but time on his hands, can pilot drones inside of buildings with no latency.!<

>!Nothing at all happens in the book. What's the whole Qamishli thing? Don't ask me, I only read the thing. Don't ask Gibson, because he doesn't know either.!<

>!They mention that the future is kinda barely holding on, thanks to the improbable shards and the unobtainium assemblers which can do just anything instantly. That is belied by the fact that the future is positively filled with whimsical, extravagant nonsense. A cosplay part of town? Why not? Hey, I'm gonna cloak my car that moves in any direction soundlessly, all day, for the fuck of it, because energy is apparently free and limitless. Hey I'm gonna go meet this guy I need to talk to. Should I meet him at a cafe, or should I go to a repurposed, neolithic-themed sex club that serves breakfast all day? And Ainsley is apparently omniscient, because she knows everything that gets spoken aloud in at least the city of London, if not the world.!<

>!Every fucking thing is simultaneously overwrought and vacuous. None of the characters have much of a personality. The good guys are 100% good as gumdrops, and the bad guys, well I'm sure they're bad for entirely unspecified reasons.!<

>!And the whole Hillary Clinton <wink, wink> angle was an eye-roller.!<