As a first novel, I continue to be astounded that this reached publication, let alone kicked off a successful writing career.
As the author is a NASA scientist living in Huntsville, AL, the main character is so clearly a wish-fulfillment self insertion that it is painful to read. Anton, our protagonist, is an intrepid engineer who has garnered respect from NASA and the academic community, runs his own successful consulting firm (allowing him to spend all of his time playing with high-tech toys), is genius enough to marshal two Ph.D. students, as is, of course, a karate master.
Even worse, the story of this ubermensch is told with bland, unappealing dialogue, in first person, in the present tense. The entire book could be sumarized as "Watch me do this awesome thing!" ad nauseum. By about 100 pages in, I literally wanted to beat the main character to a pulp.
Worse, the entire first half of the book is set in what may was well be present day, before our hero and his stable of geniuses manage to single-handedly invent shockingly advanced technology, virtually overnight. The techno-babble, while perhaps on par with a shoddy episode of Star Trek, merely serves as an excuse for yet more self-aggrandizement and bragging. The previous chapters are magnified by the unstated question: "Hey, what if I had all that awesome stuff from earlier AND God-like techno-powers?"
This escalates to other insistent questions, such as "What if I met the President?" and "What if I was the only person who could save America? Wouldn't that be badass?"
The absolute lowest point of this novel takes place in a throwaway line in half a paragraph during the anticlimactic war with China. Before our erstwhile hero can save the day, it is mentioned that U.S. Special Forces soldiers heroically give their lives to protect America... by hijacking civilian airliners and crashing them into Chinese population centers. Immediately after this, the hero uses his magical space-ship to finish the job in roughly five minutes, making their sacrifice and inclusion in the book count for absolutely nothing. However, for such an otherwise jingoistic novel, this plot point seems both unnecessary and offensive. Techno-thrillers from the 90's can get away from that crap, but when you feel alright cribbing story ideas from one of the most horrifying events in national history, there is something wrong with you.
tl;dr: Save your eight bucks. Ask a ten-year-old to tell you about the most awesome thing ever, and you'll get the same effect.