Well, that was an awful lot.
Who are we kidding, we’re 12 books into a series, but not quite at the end.
So if you’ve gotten this far, what are the chances that you’re going to stop now–and you really don’t want to, just in case.
And if you’re looking ahead to the end of the series before reading it to see if it’s still worth it… well, so far it is!
All that being said… man that was a lot.
…
Well. As far as hooks go, that is most certainly one of them.
Pity it’s only got one volume.
Other than that we get the introduction of Kamran—instant meetcute with Kamala, what can possibly go wrong—inhuman strife, and… a S.H.I.E.L.D. crossover?
Looks fun. Maybe I’ll read that one next.
Anyways, everything feels like it’s flying by, in the way of comics. It takes too long to illustrate an entire volume, so everything gets crammed together.
Onward!
You know all those rumors about pet alligators flushed down the sewers?
Yeah, they generally fail to mention the freakin laser beams.
Comics are weird. Volume 2 and we’re already with the crossovers (hallucinatory Avengers don’t count). So many crossovers. But they’re cute! And it’s still mostly Ms. Marvel calling the shots.
A solid volume 2! Onward!
Ms. Marvel! I watched the TV show, so this should be about the same right?
Right?
Well… things get weird. Mostly due to an origin not entirely in the movies. So it’s a bit different.
But the feel?
It’s still street level, teen girl, dealing with being from a Pakistani family/Muslim born in America.
It’s a fun start!
And now everyone’s back together for one giant showdown. Champions, rock monsters, and all!
It’s all quite exciting in all the best science fantasy sorts of ways Star Wars has to offer!
Quite a way to end this particular series. Whatever could be next?!
All of our lives, we have fought this war. Tonight I believe we can end it. Tonight is not an accident. There are no accidents. We have not come here by chance. I do not believe in chance. When I see three objectives, three captains, three ships. I do not see coincidence, I see providence. I see purpose. I believe it our fate to be here. It is our destiny. I believe this night holds for each and every one of us, the very meaning of our lives.
Wait. No. Wrong franchise.
It doesn’t help when that’s their disguise garb.
Luke’s off to lure some imperial probes away, Han and Leia are going to try to trick criminals (and perhaps an old ex) into fighting a war for them, and Chewie and C-3PO? Well, they have a planet to blow up.
What could possibly go wrong?
A thrilling… part one!
Princess Leia has a plan! Economic upset on a massive scale… and if it happens to come with revenge against a certain recent traitor to the Rebellion? All the better.
What could go wrong?
(It’s even better, as Luke was just looking for them…)
It’s quite cinematic. Fetch quests, exotic locales, a crazy multipliprong battle with stakes both huge and personal…
I quite enjoyed this one.
Well…
What if what could happen were more akin to a forced vacation? Stranded alone on a world with a strict isolationist policy. No transmitters. No traffic in or out other than every six months.
It’s a neat story. Interesting to see which of our heroes adapts to the quiet life… and which very much do not.
Plus, hints of the wider Star Wars universe. Lightsaber proof shields. Massive beasties to hunt–in defense of the town. A Jedi in love. And maybe a way away from all that war…
A good one.
And it ends.
And a new day begins.
This isn’t really a book with much action (although there is some). It’s really more of an epilogue. How things wrap up and what happens next. It’s not always something you get in a series and I appreciate it.
The end of the end? Weird. Undoes a bit of the closure. But in a way, it fits?
The Animorphs were an amazing read when I guest found them years (decades?) ago now. This is my third time reading them. They may be dated at times, but oh, they hold up.
A story of teenagers growing up far too fast. Fighting a war. Saving the world. And paying for it all in blood.
Well worth the read.
My full name is Azure Level, Seven Spar, Extension Two, Down-Messenger, Forty-one. My chosen name is Toomin. I like the sound of the word, which is all the reason you need for a chosen name.
My “game” name is Ellimist. Like Toomin, it doesn’t mean anything in particular. I just thought it sounded breezy. Never occurred to me when I chose the name that it would follow me for so long, and so far.
A world of flying crystals. Searchers, flying to the stars. A living moon. And all along, games. Games at an unimaginable scale.
Perhaps my favorite book of the whole series–although it’s for the most part completely inconsequential to any of the other books. It explains a few things (that were acceptable not to explain) and builds more worlds (perhaps connecting things too much). Still, I quite enjoy this one. And it’s at a good point.
The beginning.
And the end.