One long summer day, arctic archaeologist Jen Simmonds notices that the ocean next to her excavation site is dotted with patches of delicate periwinkle foam. The next, it's covered with it. By the third day, the beaches of Wales, Alaska, two miles away, are so thick with the stuff that the local children start shoving each other into drifts taller than they are and emerging, unharmed, with bits of foam clinging to their clothing.
Jen, convinced she is on the verge of an archaeological breakthrough, is too preoccupied to worry, even when local biologists decide that the foam may be alive and even when it starts turning up on beaches as far away as Australia. Disgusted with academic politics and irritated by the constant presence of her gaggle of undergraduate assistants, Jen finds a kindred spirit in environmental lawyer Joshua Rabin, who has taken a leave of absence from his Washington legal job to chase after an ill-conceived global warming suit against Big Oil.
But when the seafoam seems to be throwing the human and natural environment into disarray – first subtly and then anything but – the two are forced to confront the world they had tried to avoid. And Jen begins to believe that the past she is excavating may not be so long dead as she had imagined.
THE SEAFOAM FLATS is a gripping science fiction novel chronicling the death of one era, the birth of another, and the people caught in the crossfire. take that out-use "chronicles"
You're getting lost in the set up. Focus on the specifics. Jen discovers the seafoam is alive. Then what.