Bests & Worsts Reviews from Amazon

OK, first I'm glad there is a forum for new authors, and every author has to write his/her first book. But please, at least have an editor look at it. Not to pick nits, but the spelling and grammar errors were irritating: one peeks at something, one doesn't peak; a chicken lays an egg, a person does not lay about. The anachronisms were irritating: there were no plastic sheets to cover things in 1917. "Branding" in those days meant burning a symbol on a cow. The concept of branding as creating a unique name and image for a product in the consumers' mind is a 21st Century concept. And I think, but I'm not sure, that when a character is resurrected from 1917 and he doesn't know what a computer is, he probably would also not know what medical nanobots are. Now, for more substantive issues. The hero was as dumb as a sack of rocks. I was hoping he at least had a plan when he and the heroine managed to infiltrate (actually, blunder into because the security guards were even dumber than a sack of rocks) the stronghold of the bad guys in China. I was hoping the plan would have some elegance and a bit of cleverness. But as near as I could figure, it consisted of him telling her, "You go find the kids. I'll set off a few diversionary explosions and look for a train to get us out of here." He then forgot all about the possibility of security cameras, so as fast as he planted explosives, the bad guys picked them up, and very quickly cornered him and shot him up. After a totally improbable escape, involving plague-ridden bodies on trains and monks knowing exactly which box car our gravely wounded hero and our heroine happen to be on, and . . . oh, never mind. Eventually, hero and heroine float away amidst a cloud of several hundred diversionary hot air balloons launched simultaneously by monks in several hundred monasteries and by unspecified wind currents and other means, make it across the Himalayas into India. Then things get really weird. I'm afraid I got totally lost in flashbacks, journals, name changes, and dramatic revelations. There were a few unintentional laughs. At one point, interjected as a throw-a-way line, there was a reference to an apparently alien weather satellite being brought down in Roswell, New Mexico in 1947. I could just see the author checking off one more item from his list of Ufology incidents that needed to be explained in the book. I seem to be in the minority in my assessment of this novel, however. So perhaps I didn't read it with the proper attitude.