She knew Sean Probst by his reputation, by his signature on her paychecks, and by the emails he sent her at three o’clock in the morning of whatever time zone his private jet had most recently taken him to. Sean yielded to no one in his knowledge of all things space related. When he walked into a space station and called bullshit, things were about to become entertaining.
Parts of this book are interesting and amusing, but it also seems to go off on tangents where it describes tech in great detail. And you know it's a lot when I'm commenting on it. Going with the audiobook may have been a good idea, after all.
And I'm still not sold on White Sky.