Ever come across a novel that, while you were reading it, had you thrilled by the action and entranced by the concepts being explored, but when you finished it, had you thinking, "Wait, that actually failed from a storytelling perspective!"?
That's what happened to me with Exordia by Seth Parkinson.
An alien "thing" appears in a remote valley in Kurdistan. The US sends a team of specialists to investigate and figure out what it is and why and how it's making things around it - including people - get really weird. All while another alien is threatening to wipe out the human race. Sounds cool, doesn't it.
EXCEPT..... Before that even happens, we meet two characters. Anna is a Kurdish refugee with a Trauma in her past (who JUST HAPPENS to be from the Very Place where the alien Thing appeared), and "Ssrin" is an alien she meets and befriends. The whole first section is about them getting to know each other - so you'd think they'd be the focus of the novel. Nope. They are shanghaied by the gov't, who needs a Local Guide for their team of specialists.....and then Anna is shoved aside in the narrative, and the alien is pretty much ignored in the story.
And then at the end, the team takes control of the Thing, finds out it's a spaceship, and decides "Woo hoo! We've got a spaceship! Let's go exploring, and find those aliens that just wiped out human civilization, and, well, we'll figure it out when we get there."
Uh, people? Maybe you shouldn't act so excited? A little sadness and even anger would be appropriate here, considering the Bad Alien a) detonated a globe-spanning EMP that fried 99% of electronics, b) nuked dozens of major cities, and c) your response to that attack was to launch EVERY NUKE YOU COULD (around 4,000 - Parkinson keeps count) at that one valley in Kurdistan in the HOPE that you'd overwhelm the Bad Alien's defenses???
Sorry, but I can't buy a story where the characters end up acting as if nothing ever happened in the hundreds of pages before the final scene.