I've been a Ben Bova fan for a long, long time. While he's had a few clunkers in his time none come close to being as bad as this novel.
The three main characters are completely one-dimensional. We get the cookie cutter leader of the aliens who knows more than he is saying, the "leader" of the expedition with the painful past who doesn't actually do much leading in the novel because he's too busy knocking boots with, wait for it, the perfect native girl. The rest of the supporting cast (the scientists on this "scientific expedition") are so completely forgettable that the author feels it necessary to not-so-subtly remind us of their specialty every time that they're in a scene, "hey, why don't you go into the city and meet with this planet's astrophysicists to learn from them?", "hey, go meet with this planet's geologists and see if you can get some information from them", "you know, if you were to spend some time with this planet's biologists you could really learn a thing or two".
As for plot, ooooh, the bureaucrat in a team of scientists falls in love with the perfect native girl and immediately goes native. How very "dances with wolves". It takes 2/3rds of the novel for these "experts" to figure out that the planet has been terraformed although its been beating them in the face since they entered orbit. Also, the novel is full of redundant dialog. "She's as human as any of us", "this is the greatest scientific discovery in the history of mankind and you want to tuck your tails between your legs and run?", "he'll tell us what we need to know. we just need to ask the right questions", "her smile lit up the room [city, forest, planet, universe, whatever]", "isn't it great that we can eat food that's almost but not quite like food on Earth?", and the infamous "I'm going into the city". Oh yes, there's plenty of going into the city. Will he walk into the city? Will he drive into the city? Will he stay in the room provided once in the city or will he go back to the camp at the end of the day? Exactly how big is his cubical in the tent at camp? Did the size change in the four or five times its mentioned? Oh, the partitions are two meters tall? (told at least three times) Gripping.
Finally we get the hamfisted "global warming is bad mmmkay?" over, and over, and over, and over. "Damn our ancestors for not doing anything about global warming until it was too late!".
The plot finally starts to get interesting in the last 20 pages but then of course the story ends.
If this novel was by a self-published first time author my review would be something like "this story has potential but needs some scrubbing by a good editor". However, someone who has been in the game as long as Mr Bova should know better.