At this point, the Honor Harrington series is really one of the most well-meaning frankenstiens I've read. God only know what keeps it going. In paper, it looks great, I love good, original sci-fi. I enjoy the setting, I enjoy creativity, but in a strange way, Honor herself is killing the series. If you've made it this far then you've read a great deal about Honor, and boy howdy does "Enemy Hands" not change the tradition. It's 500 pages of people telling you how cool Honor is. I'm halfway surprised they didn't come up with a thematic reason and a chapter explaining why Honor Harrigton's bowel movements smell like bakery fresh cinammon rolls. I made it through the book, but I kept having to put it down every 5 pages because I was sick of hearing about Honor. Sure, there's a supporting cast, even a Peep cast. Most of the time, the Peep chapters talk about how cool THEY think Honor is. After 10 books of this, the novelty is wearing off. RAPIDLY.
Bottom line is, I wouldn't recommend the series. It peaked after the first 3 books. My advice would be to read "Basilisk station", "Honor of the Queen", and "Short, Victorious war"; and pretend the series ends there.
Part of the Honor Harrington series. Honor is taken prisoner by one of the Peep leaders, the psychotic Cordelia Ransom, who intends to hold a show trial and execute her on live TV for the shock value to the Allied forces.
One of my favorite books in the series, with excellent character development. Honor is her usual over-achieving self, but much more insight is given into her subordinates and the folks they meet on the prison planet. Another David Weber that can't be put down for mundane things like food or sleep.
Once again a great read. David Weber's exciting tale held me until the very end. I can't wait to get the next book to finish the latest Honor Harrington experience. The best one yet -- he developed the treecats characters much to my delight.