What a cynical cash grab this book feels like. Good grief. What else can you say about a book that came out the next year after the previous book where the author proclaimed, in post-text notes, that the story had been concluded?
And yet, before long, there arrived Zoe's Tale, a story told in parallel to The Last Colony, first-person in the perspective of Zoe Boutin-Perry, as you might expect from such a titled book. It's basically like if you take The Last Colony and take out 85% of the good parts. Zoe Gumps her way around the periphery of the story, occasionally re-hashing conversations that already took place, verbatim, in the previous book, with little added value to giving us her perspective on those matters.
There is no tension to be found in the story because the reader of the series is already aware of exactly who does and who doesn't die, and when. There is little entertainment to be found in this teenage angst-heavy story if only because these people don't feel like teenagers stuck on a 20th century-ish tech seed colony. The sense of humor is just so particular, so right now, just this very specific kind of snark that's apparently preserved exactly through the centuries, as humans expand across the fabric of space.
There's little cultural differences to be seen or explored through the ten different groups of colonial people. There's just a whole lot of sarcasm that's very aware of the fact that it's trying to be a book with a lot of sarcasm, rather than just feeling like a book that has sarcastic characters, if that makes sense. About all that's missing is some kind of fourth wall-breaking monologue.
Across the whole book, there is approximately one real, earned emotion. The stuff I slogged through to get to it was not worth the payoff. It's all the more frustrating because there were very scattered interesting parts or phrases, especially more towards the end of the book, once we get out into the things that Zoe experienced on her own, off Roanoke, that Perry, the previous book's narrator, could not have known. The parts with the Obin, the Conclave, and the Consu in particular are mostly solid, even if these also have a tendency to skip over what could have been some of the best parts. Before that, it's a whole lot of meh.
The author addresses some of this in the acknowledgements at the close of this book, observing that he felt like he had left things out of the last book, with readers having pointed out that the werewolves were never really resolved (which, I mean, they weren't) and that he resolved the plot with a deus ex machina - which, again, he did, since Perry knows nothing of Zoe's journey and the device she returns with.
To all of that, I would say WRITE A BETTER BOOK THE FIRST TIME. The only thing this tack-on book does is make the third book seem in retrospect like a lazy, incomplete effort, which he is now trying to solve by patching a second lazy, incomplete effort over it. Plot the previous book better and perhaps it would have been a bit longer, but it would have been a stronger book. Maybe he could have had Perry and Zoe telling these tales side-by-side within the same volume. As a separate entry to the story, it does not measure up. Highly disappointed.
I'm annoyed at myself for checking out the fifth book of the series concurrently, as I now feel obligated to read it despite having just plowed through this morass. Oh well, down the hatch.