So, reading straight into The One, the final book in the trilogy (Though there are two more after this, but I’ll explain in the next review)…
This was more a three and a half stars for me. Why?
I was excited to find out who was going to be Maxon’s chosen one. Though there had been hints here and there and everywhere else, I wasn’t one hundred percent sure he and America would wind up together. I mean, rumor had it he and Celeste, a Two–a model, beauitful and crown hungry–had…well, you know. And Kriss seemed like an abvious choice as she was always, “Yes, Maxon,” “Anything you say, Maxon,” “Anything you want me to do, Maxon.” I almost equated her to Rosie the Robot on The Jetsons. America was really the only one to put up a fight–against him, against the throne, against anything she didn’t believe in.
For a while there, I hoped that fighting with Rebels and Apsen upping his game was going to make America rise above the crop. It seems all she did was push everyone away…and yet bring them all closer. She drove me insane with her “I love Apsen”-“I love Maxon” yo-yo. I screamed a few times for being so in decisive.
And that’s all great, because I loved it.
Where it lost me, my heart, was the way the end felt so rushed. And the way Maxon said something to America…and the way the end happened…and I was infuriated! I felt like a MAJOR CHUNK of the story was missing. And after the last word, there was no way to get it back. My heart had an empty spot that needed to be filled.
That’s why I read into book 4 without reviewing…which is in the far future from these three books. (Which is why I group the first three into their own trilogy and the last two into their own duology.)
Oh, to get some more of America’s story….
Still recommend for the high drama and wonderful story.
*A PROMPOSAL OF A BOOK* ~ April 2017