Back in the complicated world of Mare Barrow. **Spoilers** She’s been betrayed by Maven. Her dead brother isn’t dead and also has a super cool power. Cal and Kilorn, two completely different boys who are totally in love with her are now in the same space. Oh, and Mare now has to deal with the grief of killing people while pushing a revolution into high gear. Yep, Mare has some things going on in her life. I’m going to do something different then just a straight review. I’m going to talk about how I felt reading this book. If you’ve read any of my previous posts about the first book, Red Queen. Then you know how excited I was. (Also how disappointed that Barnes and Noble didn’t deliver it on timed) I could go on and on about how much I enjoyed reading it and how it’s just as fast paced as the first. Less then a chapter in and we are already into our first battle. The emotional roller coaster I went through with Mare, Cal, Kilorn, Farley and Shade. One of which I was pretty sure wasn’t going to make it to the end of the book. (I won’t see who and sadly I was right). I could give you a synopsis of what happen but really, I’m probably spoiled enough of it already. Just go read it!
As I was getting more and more into the story, I started to notice some disturbing signs. I was pretty sure that I was not going to like how it ends I was starting to see the end game and like I alluded to before, someone was going to die. Someone was going to have face off with someone unpleasant and someone or someones were going to be heartbroken. So I started to stall. I figured I would just delay the inevitable. I distracted myself with other things. Since I was on vacation last week it was pretty easy to do. I told my mom what I was doing and her response. “This is why I read the ending first”. BTW, she totally does and it’s adorable but I can’t do that. That takes away the surprise! The suspense! So I read a little bit a time until it was time for me to go home and when you are on a small commuter plane, there really is nothing else to do but read. I had it finished before I got to Detroit. It was painful as I thought it would be. It didn’t play out exactly as I thought it would but yes the character I suspected was going to die, did. The confrontation I thought was going to happen, did happen but not at all how I thought it did and it lead to one crazy cliffhanger. And the heartbreaks were all around, myself included. Readers, why do we do this to ourselves? Why? The good news I have time to process everything that happened and get my emotions back in check before the next book comes out. The bad news (and also good news) is that there are two books to go. But really, is there anything better the agony and the ecstasy of a good book? Yeah, I didn’t think so.