Michael Z. Williamson's Freehold remains one of my favorite Libertopian SF novels. Like El Neil's North American Confederacy in The Probability Broach, you get to see Williamson's freedom-loving planet of Grainne through the eyes of an outsider, and therefore it works well as a story without getting ham-handed or requiring any chapter-long soliloquies. I've probably re-read it three times and, come to think of it, maybe I'll do so again here, shortly.
The kinda-sorta sequel, The Weapon, is a good novel that is, for me, only marred by what I've taken to referring to as "MadMike-itis": He spends two thirds to three quarters of the book engaged in world-building, setting up plot dominoes, and getting you attached to the protagonist, and then it's like he notices the back cover getting closer and so ohmigodalotofstuffhappensbigfinaledenouementTHEEND. Worse, the book leaves the protagonist, one super commando named Kenneth Chinran, badly broken and rather shabbily treated by the universe, with no real resolution for his woes.
Now comes Rogue, a sequel to The Weapon (although it is written such that it can be read as a stand-alone novel,) and when I saw that it returned to the story of Ken, I snatched it up in hardback.
I was very pleased. It suffered from none of the pacing problems I mentioned above and, even better, ties up all the loose ends for a character who had been rather roughly handled by fate in the earlier work. I read it in one marathon session and feel like it was money well-spent. Recommend.