What do you think?
Rate this book


326 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1997

It was strange. I felt like crying. But I no longer had human eyes. So I cried the way an Andalite does. Inside. In my hearts.
I never liked "kid"-oriented writing very much, even as a youngin (pretentious as ever), but as guilty as The Andalite Chronicles is of maintaining a similar kewl kid sci-fi writing style indicative of the main Animorphs series, the writing itself can hardly hold this three-part story back from being the brutal and surreal adventure that I recall. Every moment of implausible dialogue or each inconsistent character reaction is usually grounded by how fucked up everything is.
Elfangor can be an irritating protagonist to read because his naivety is relatable, he's so smart that sometimes he's dumb, and he's young and he thinks he knows it all, and I guess so do I.
There's not much else to say. If context hasn't clarified, this is the prequel book that kicks off the Animorphs series; it was one of my favorite books when I was a preteen. Other Animorphs girlies know and everyone else simply does not. You either read Animorphs because your life was traumatic and you needed five other twelve-year-olds with whom to suffer and hope, or you read Animorphs and were subsequently traumatized, but hopeful.
"Enjoy your meal, and come again!" the sad monstrosity said.