Book Review: Light of the Jedi (Star Wars: The High Republic) by Charles Soule (three star)
The galaxy didn’t care what you thought couldn’t be broken. It would break things just to show you it could.
The cover says it all: amateurish. Not as good as Zahn, Traviss, Anderson or Stackpole or other of the ninety Expanded Universe novels I’ve read. Wordy. Needs another edit to tighten the storytelling. Benefits by not being subjected to a cast of the Usual Suspects.
Every prominent Jedi in the galaxy was aboard the station, even Yoda, which surprised some. Ordinarily, the ancient master avoided non-essential social gatherings with determined glee.
Quibbles: At the time of this story, Yoda is not yet ancient. Solar systems are largely empty space: fire a shotgun, even at the elliptic, and you’ll miss everything. The timing is hopeless. “Near the speed of light” means much greater than half. Catch up to an object flying almost the speed of light without hyperdrive? Climb from the center of mass of a Moon-sized asteroid to the surface in fifteen minutes?
“We’re all the Republic.” “We’re all dead if we don’t finish searching the station.”
Even given the fortuitous availability of a team of Jedi (what the Force does), these folks spend too much time talking.
“The Force doesn’t feel the need to announce its actions. It just acts.”
As a Matter of Fancy 
Not likely. That universe has gotten worse with every sequel/prequel/extension that was not the first Star Wars movie. Cartoons? Really?