I wish I could give two ratings here, one for the completely unnecessary and rather cringey first half of the book and then a completely different one for the exhilarating second half. It’s almost as if Kloos, tired from this being book 7 in the series kept treading through a muddy quagmire of “what the hell am I even doing” and then suddenly, in a flash, something rekindled his passion about half way through, he woke up, and went at it with new gusto.
I mean, we know, we’ve read about it over and over and over and over again through the last few books, Andrew just can’t believe he is still alive, he is surprised and slightly uncomfortable that all these people defer to him, after all, he never wanted to be an officer, oh my, he is now the “old man”, he is still having nightmares, and nobody who hasn’t been through it all can have any reference point to what he is talking about or feeling, ad nauseam, ad infinitum.
Then, the mission finally begins and tally-ho! It’s all there, all the reasons why I burned through the first 5 books, there is alien space war excitement, drama, action, mystery, paper-thin characters wrapped in thousands of tons of mechanized mayhem and destruction… and then it all abruptly ends mid-action in a sort of… cliffhanger? I am glad for the beginning of a new adventure, but I could have used less filler up front, and perhaps more about what happens next to produce a truly satisfying new instalment.