I made the mistake of starting Chanda’s Wars, by Allan Stratton. I say mistake, because there’s no low-tension point in the entire book. Nowhere you can put it down to, let’s say, eat. Or sleep.

I finished it at 1:30 a.m., when sane, non-reading people were dreaming, instead of biting their fingernails and worrying about African warlords.

If you feel like a sleepless night sometime, it was an excellent read.