Morning Star

I feel like I need to start by explaining this 4-star rating. Most of the people I know are giving this book 5 stars, I gave its predecessor 5 stars, so why am I giving it 4? Well, for two main reasons, mostly: First, I believe I liked Golden Son way better than Morning Star. Which isn't to say I didn't like MS, but I enjoyed GS a lot more. Second, I didn't quite like the ending—a child? Seriously? Mr. Brown, darling, you can do better than that. It was tacky; I didn't like it. The fact that it was almost 6 am when I was about that part and realized what Mustang was talking about is the only thing that kept me from going UGGHHHHHHH out loud.

Nevertheless, it was an enjoyable book; It wouldn't be fair of me to say it wasn't. I don't think I've ever liked Darrow, the protagonist, who I find to be a little bit too much of a Mary Sue for my taste, but it was nice to see him grow and change as a character, after all, and there were loads more to like—e.g. my husband, Cassius au Bellona, who did have his redemption arc after all, and nothing else matters right now. The setting was also spot on, with just one minor thing or another that I can't contest properly because I suck at Physics.

It took me forever to finish Moning Star, not because it wasn't a nice read, but because Gods know what got me that I spent weeks barely reading anything. It seems that I Am Back In The Game, though. As a consequence, I ended up devouring the second half of MS almost entirely in one night only, and had a lot to digest. Mea culpa, I guess.