I like the concept, but Flint doesn't know how to develop characters. How many times do we have to have one character, say Andrew Jackson, spend four paragraphs thinking how handsome or well spoken Sam Houston is? Ten pages later, the same thoughts again come out. Then, its James Monroe's turn to do the same. Then, it's someone else's turn. This style of writing is so frustrating that I put the book down about halfway through and I can't pick it up again. And people, I always finish books.Boring and mind-numbingly repetitive. I like alternative history, but I just can't finish this book.