Anyone remember that episode of Seinfeld when Elaine was trying to get enough holes in her punchcard for a free sub, even though the sandwich shop was disgusting and the subs were terrible? She couldn’t stop eating them because she wanted her free sub as a prize. And then she lost the card when she gives a fake phone number to the man they simply call “denim vest”?
That’s how I feel about this book. This book was my bad sub.
I didn’t like the first two books of the trilogy, but I couldn’t notread the last book. I know, I’m an idiot.
Sever takes place immediately after the events of Wither and Fever. Our supposed heroine, Rhine, is on a mad quest to find her brother, who has apparently turned into a domestic terrorist. And he seems to have information about their parents and maybe a key to finding the cure for the virus that kills everyone.
But it takes her more than half of the book to actually get up and begin to look for him. She keeps saying that she has to go, but she doesn’t. So annoying.
The trilogy is called “The Chemical Garden Trilogy”. But the phrase Chemical Garden is only used three times and barely even explained. WTF?
The writing is redundant and boring. Rhine tells us over and over and over and over that her sister-wife Cecily has really grown up over the past year. She’s so grown up now. Did I mention that she’s really grown?
Rhine cannot make up her mind about anything. She loves Linden. She wants to stay with Linden. She can’t be married to Linden anymore. She misses Linden. ENOUGH.
Worst of all is Linden’s father, Vaughn. Is he a hero or a villain? I honestly have no idea. He was described as both and opinion constantly flip-flopped.
Silver Lining here: I’m all done and there aren’t any more books in this series. I am a glutton for punishment.
Let’s finish up on a lighter note, with something from Denim Vest, the great Kevin McDonald.
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I freaking hate books that are trilogies, because I feel like I have to finish them, even when they suck donkey balls. And what’s up with all the trilogies, anyway? Why three? Why not two or four? Is it supposed to be like the holy trinity? Plus, the first rule of a book should always be that it can stand on its own, and the only thing I hate more than trilogies are sucky trilogies that make you read the other two.