Edit 2/11/20:
I'm lowering my original rating of this book because, upon further reflection, the "You didn't say no" justification for unwanted sexual contact is still a thing in this last installment. Roberts has and continues to throw out implications about a woman's knowing complicity in sexual violence, something I've only recently picked up on when rereading some of her work.
WARNING: Very Long Review Below.
This is a2.5 star read, and the .5 is only because the lead up to the "climax “is, for the most part, quite an adventure.
I’d decided, after having endured the steaming pile of annoyance that was Of Blood and Bone, that I was going to wait on this one, but the opening chapters were compelling enough that I couldn’t put it down/shut down cloud player.
The thing is, it was the little things and, frankly, one huuuuuuuge one, that worked collectively to bring down my estimation of this, the long anticipated final installment of the chronicles of the One trilogy. Marred by repetitive diction, careworn tropes and clichés (many of these are unique to Roberts), and lazy, incoherent plotting, The Rise of Magics is, on the whole, a quite entertaining, but ultimately disappointing, conclusion to what began as a fantastic trilogy.
First, while I really could have done without the romance, I really appreciated (I can never tell you how much) the fades to black. I couldn’t care less that “they moved together” or that “light melded with light” during mechanical sex scene x, y, or z.
Still, the whole “get behind me; I’ll protect you,” “kiss her to shut her up,” “the relationship rules are different for me because I’m the male” tropes were fully in play here.
To continue, as is her wont, Roberts stuffs this book with the usual melodramatic conflicts. you know the ones; the protagonist(s) flexes her/his/their autonomy and subsequently endures a blistering round of castigation from all corners. Cue the protracted apologies for actions that make perfect sense but are deemed to be major offenses because egos, mistrust in abilities, and youth-envy.
Of course, not a single solitary person on team castigation takes ownership of his/her inability to relinquish control of anything to do with their children or lovers. Nope, it’s all about how wronged they are and about how their precious feefees being discounted during wartime is more tragic than, say, the profound and far-reaching consequences of Fallon taking time (infinitely more precious) to secure their approval.
In this case, the collective tantrum has to do with the “adults” (adults specifically meaning the “parents/original” founders of New Hope)not being given the opportunity to grant permission to or set ground rules for a grown ass, highly trained heroine before she embarks on a dangerous but very, very necessary mission. No joke, they throw a tantrum because Fallon neglects to afford them the opportunity to micro-manage/backseat drive her mission.
Honestly, their inability to trust her to get safely in and out of a dangerous situation after an entire lifetime of training and at least a dozen battles under her belt smacks more of disrespect than does being robbed of the opportunity to lay down the law before said dangerous situation is to go down.
This isn’t the only instance of “protagonist does perfectly understandable thing, only to crumple beneath the weight of multiple instances of overprotective gaslighting,” but you get my point.
Speaking of youth-envy, the repeated elder-worship seriously grated. Hardly a chapter goes by when one or more of the younger generation isn’t falling all over him or herself to prop up this or that parent with reminders of what they did/built/gifted 20 years ago.
It's almost like Nora Roberts is trying to reassure readers that Fallon and company, for all their extensive training, will always need their mommies and daddies. This sentiment/theme gets underscored in a seriously problematic way; keep reading if you aren’t worried about spoilers.
The ending was a complete let down, full stop.***Huge Spoiler Here*** Tonia is conveniently injured during the final battle; this clears the way for none other than "the [One's]"mommy to rush onto the battlefield.
Cue record scratch.
Yup, you read that right;Fallon has trained her entire life and, at the long anticipated sticking point, her mommy has to step in and bail her out! This, coupled with all of her parents' gendered hovering and nose wiping, spelled the official death of the quality of this installment.
Here is where it became clear to me that Roberts was thinking less like her heroine and more like a mother. When you can't bear to even make up a world in which a young adult female canstand on her own in a dangerous situation, there's something seriously wrong.
My other theory is that Roberts is trying to illustrate for a certain segment of readers that Lana, a figure emblematic of "traditional" womanhood, can also be useful in battle. This was a major failure, but I digress.
However, what she proved was that Fallon was never "The One" but just one among the more powerful soldiers on the side of "the light."When you've got a community full of worried mommies and daddies who clip your wings and punish you for autonomy, how do you stand as a heroine with any degree of confidence?
Shouldn't you be trusted to take risks if you've spent more than half of your life receiving training that no one, not your siblings, not your parents, not your "aunts or uncles" have received?
Fallon makes a great point, one that , of course, is dismissed as a childish outburst. Bottom line, she asserts, as the *only* one who has had to sacrifice what passes for normality, she should be able to actually lead without being questioned by old people, most of whom aren't even a quarter as powerful as she is.
All of the "adults" needed to back the hell off and trust her abilities and instincts.
There was no place for parental protection in this situation. This was war, and people really needed to do what generations of parents have been doing and get the hell out of the way of the soldiers they love.
Were I John Little or any of the other arms of Fallon's army, I'd be side-eyeing the whole idea of her as a leader if I'd caught wind of her having to account for her deeds.
As tip of the spear, she should have been trusted implicitly; she was not.
Finally, the hastily scribbled epilogue that follows this tragedy of a climax is , for me at least, cast-iron proof that retirement may be in order for Mrs. Roberts. In comparison to the epilogues of the two previous books in the series, this was inexcusably lazy and flat.
I’ve been reading her work for many years, so I’m used to more and better from her trilogies.
All in all, this was little better than a slightly more than ok reading experience.