I’ve been really anxious and sad when I think of all the great book series (Is there a plural of that? Serieses?) that I started and never completed, all the many stories that I hoped to pick up again and left off after a second, third, fourth book was published. The struggle is real.
At the end of last year, I decided to complete one of them: Marissa Meyer’s Lunar Chronicles. I previously read and enjoyed Cinder and Scarlet, then dropped the ball on Cress. It taunted me on my bookshelf for months before I decided to do something. Marissa Meyer has a suggested reading order on her website, so I went by that. I actually ended up rereading the first two books, which is something that I <i>never</i> do, even when I should.
I finished the series early this year, but I wasn’t very inspired to write about it. It’s not that I didn’t like the books (I really do love the series), I just didn’t think I had very much insight. I’m not completely satisfied with my reviews, but they are done.
On a completely unrelated note, I have been thinking a lot about these books in the months since I read them. I like having so many female characters, and they are fairly diverse and strong. It is sort of antiquated that the four girls get paired off to the four boys, but it is still a fairy tale deep down, so I get it.
Even more off topic, how fun is it to describe this series? “It’s Cinderella…except she’s a cyborg!” (I literally gave that exact description to my old coworker, who used it to sell the book to a teen looking for a summer read.) It gets even better/worse when you have to get into how people on the moon are threatening earth with their powers and their plague.
Here’s my reviews:
Cress, which features our Rapunzel, a tiny girl who has been held captive on a satellite. She is shy and anxious, but has amazing hacking abilities.
Fairest is about Queen Levana and how everyone was mean to her so she is allowed to be mean, basically.
Winter is our crazy Snow White. Because she refuses to control people with her Lunar gift, she is going mad and will eventually die. It’s a jam packed, very long finale.
Finally, Stars Above is nine short stories, five of which have never been published.
P.S. Sorry about all of the babbling, I hope I make sense.
P.P.S. Sorry about the lack of real reviews.