“Many years ago, when he was ten, her father had ridden a big yellow bus to the planetarium.”
The Last Star is the conclusion to the alien apocalypse trilogy that Rick Yancey started with The Fifth Wave. I loved The Fifth Wave. I really, really liked The Infinite Sea. I did not love, or really, really like, or even like The Last Star.
Notice how I didn’t include a synopsis? It’s because I couldn’t even begin to summarize what this book is about. The narrative is so fractured and jumbled that the end result is a hot mess of nonsense. The characters make no sense, the plot makes no sense, and all the creeping atmosphere that elevated the first two books above the status of alien apocalypse action/adventure book is gone, making The Last Star just a generic action book, and not even a good one, at that.
I’m not sure what the hell happened here, because Rick Yancey is a damn fine writer, but I could barely even finish The Last Star. Reading it felt like being forced to go to a high school reunion and hang out with a bunch of people I didn’t want to see in the first place, because all of the characters are so rigidly static as to almost be regressive, because Cassie’s snark and Sam’s puffed out chest and Evan’s love for Cassie became their defining qualities, because I just didn’t care what happened to any them. The only thing I cared about was finding out what was actually going on with the aliens, and I guess I got some closure on that front so, meh?
Bottom line: read The Fifth Wave if you like incredibly intense alien apocalypse stories full of atmosphere and not-so-cheap thrills, read The Infinite Sea if you feel like it, but don’t read The Last Star. It’s totally unnecessary and will only make you grumpy about the whole trilogy.
No musical accompaniment, because I don’t feel like it.