Oh, Rain.
Out of Oz was always my favorite of the original Wicked books for the very simple reason that, as a teenager, Rain was the protagonist I loved the most, and the ending of that book always wrenched at me. When the Another Day trilogy started and it was clear that it was going to end with Rain finding her way back to Oz and to Ozma, to complete that story that had originally been left hanging, I admit that it was this ending that I was always looking forward to most. While the Maracoor setting and characters in the previous two books were engaging, that was never really what I was here for. All this to say: I see several reviews disappointed that this book leaves Maracoor behind fairly quickly and that's certainly true. I'm not surprised it ends this way but it does make for a very weird plot construction/structure to the trilogy.
It's not really slow or plotless; physical movement and travel scaffold the story consistently and especially the second and third books - in this one, Rain never stays in one place more than a handful of nights. It feels sometimes restless, and the settings begin to blur into the background a bit as Rain gets closer to home.
As characters and settings and plot devices come and go, Rain's internal understanding of herself is the constant and the primary theme for the trilogy. This becomes challenging at times because she has very little idea what she wants. She can come off as rude, uncaring, indecisive. As many of us, young and otherwise, do when we're struggling with a question that we don't know how to answer.
Rain's question, I think, has something to do with how you move through the world making choices when you know those choice may lead to places you didn't expect - sometimes because of what you've done, and sometimes because of other people's choices that you can't control. Rain ended Out of Oz full of rage that Tip had been taken from her by circumstances neither of them controlled. And as she struggles with that throughout this book, she vacilates between an affected nonchalance and anger at those around her for making choices that they know very well could turn out badly or affect others around them. See her unwillingness to understand Iskinaary fertilizing and bringing the crane eggs along and staying with the group of children they find in the grasslands. Her petulance at Liir's happy homesteaded life with Trism. And, of course, her denial when Thilma confronts her with the consequences of her own affair with Lucikles. I think this is also why, though she complains, she complies with all of the requests made to her as she goes. Depositing the pollen on the island. Reporting back to the monkeys. It's easier than facing the choice she knows she has to make.
Rain wants to know how you can bear making these choices - and, more importantly, how you can let yourself feel them as you do - when you know that the outcome is, at best, unknown. Because if there's an answer, a way to do that, then there can be a reason behind all of the things that have buffeted her in her life. But the answer is: there isn't one. There isn't a way to choose and live with it that isn't just...living. Going on. Sometimes people just choose things. Sometimes there are many reasons they do, and sometimes none at all.
So. The novel ends without much of a plot conclusion and with a lot of open questions. Rain and Ozma are back together, but with no idea where they're going next. Iskinaary may or may not still be ok, raising a group of feral farm children and maybe two crane-goose babies. The flying monkeys might decay further into animals, or maybe Rain will help them prevent that. The tarot cards, which Rain unceremoniously left with the Goose and the kids - maybe they'll fade into nothing, or maybe someone will learn to read them.
But, despite how short this book is and how open the ending is, I do think it reached an emotional wholeness that was satisfying and helped snap the previous books in the trilogy, with all of their wandering and amnesia, into focus for me. When the outcome is unknown, you have to choose something anyway.