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149 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 31, 2000
• I was so happy to see Erek again! I've missed him, my sassy android fave. Also, weirdly: I've missed Visser Three?? I was strangely glad to see that lunatic again. I don't think the Animorphs have come in direct, bellowing-threats-at-each-other contact with him since... maybe the cheetah assassination attempt in #37 The Weakness? I could be wrong, though.
• While reading this, my brain basically just kept going: 'MARCO BOOKS ARE MY FAVOURITE BOOKS. *___* But wait, but what about Jake books? But wait, Ax books!! ARGH.' (Those three are my favourites of the Animorphs, if anyone's counting.)
• The Revelation turns the tables: the kids are no longer kids, . Things are now changing and they will never be the same.
• The ending:
• I love Marco's dad and their relationship SO MUCH. It also just makes me think of the other parents in general -- we haven't seen that much of them lately, but I really like them & their relationships with their kids. Jake's dad, and Jake's ruminations about how he's a good guy and helps people as a doctor and how Jake wishes he could be like him. Cassie's parents, and how cheesy/loving/protective they are. Rachel's mom, even, a hardworking divorcee saddled with too much work to do and three girls to juggle. And then there's been this long arc of Marco's dad getting back on his feet, recovering from his loss, getting a job and moving back to a better neighbourhood, and DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON EVA... I just. The parents are in the background a lot and there's not much focus on them, but what details we do get, I love. I'm attached despite the fact that we don't even know their names.
• Cassie's strength, cleverness, and emotional manipulation is perfectly on-display here, and I love that Marco immediately recognised it and respected her for it. Her characterisation is fantastic these days, and a great development from how she used to aggravate me at the very beginning of the series. Her and Marco's relationship is one of my favourites, too, and how it's developed since the start -- I've talked about this before, but despite being sheer opposites, who are sometimes pitted antagonistically against each other as they stand for completely differing morals/priorities... they've also had a lot of really great moments. Cassie's guilt about leaving him behind in the first Megamorphs. How she was the only one to seek him out at his crappy apartment and try to talk to him about his father's depression. The way she talked him through not getting stuck in flea morph, and he cried in her arms, the first time any of the Animorphs had seen him cry. I LOVE EVERYONE IN THIS BAR.
• There are so many casual, perfect, relevant references to past adventures here. You really get the sense that Geroux knows her shit.
• Marco's own personal line has been reached, and it turns out it's not quite as hardline as he managed to maintain before. He was able to make the sacrifice for his mom, but not his father; it's a let-down of his usual "rationality > emotion" approach, and you can feel his own perceivable anger and disappointment in himself for having slipped. But can you blame him? There's a difference between pulling the trigger on Visser One, knowing that great tactical advantage to killing her, the mother you'd already lost and grieved -- versus standing by helplessly and watching as your only remaining parent is forcibly infested, literally in front of your eyes. (AUGH, MARCO, MY HEART.)
• I freakin loved the hilarious Bug Fighter-piloting comedy. It's a moment of levity that's still in-character for everyone, and doesn't detract from the rest of the drama.
“But that doesn’t make it right.”
“Dad, nothing is right anymore.”
My eye caught a photo tacked to the cork board over my father's worktable. It was a snapshot of me and Dad, taken by Mom on a sun-drenched day several years ago.
Suddenly, reality hit.
I was dead. And this was the end … of school, of dates, of video games. Of everything normal.
The kid in that photo had prepared his last frozen pizza dinner. Had gone to his last math class. Had seen his last movie at the Cineplex. That kid would never even hang out in his own backyard again. Because this wasn't his home anymore. He had no home.
He'd made the necessary sacrifice.
I could take the photo with me. It was small enough to fit in the beak of the osprey I would
morph to fly away.
I took two steps toward the cork board, then stopped.
No.
I had my memories.
They would have to be enough.