Published January 2015
Red Rising #2
I have put off writing this review for too long. What can I possibly say that hasn’t been said about this book before? Also, I think I was intimidated by how much I enjoyed the book. I didn’t want to write an incoherent review where I flailed and fangirled and ranted. I wanted this to be concise and well thought out, but for some reason the words would not come. After being read for two weeks, I decided I needed to stop procrastinating and just push forward. So here we go. Pushing forward.
“For seven hundred years, my people have been enslaved without voice, without hope. Now I am their sword. And I do not forgive. I do not forget. So let him lead me onto his shuttle. Let him think he owns me. Let him welcome me into his house, so I might burn it down.”
Second book syndrome is supposedly a thing. The dreaded situation where, especially in trilogies, the second book in a series acts as more of a plot builder and character developer for the upcoming finale, rather than being a strong independent book able to stand on its own. While I have no doubts Morning Star will blow me away when I get to it, I can tell you right now: Golden Son does not suffer from any syndrome other than kick ass syndrome. (Not sure if that is a real thing, but I am rolling with it.)